ROUND 2 CLOSES: Saturday 25th, 19:00 FT


Hello! I'm Tonks and I managed to reread the HP serial once again this summer!
Welcome to my Hogwarts contest!
This is a summer writing contest, which means you'll have to do some easy writing.
I warmly invite all those who have never joined one of these to join and have some fun.

Follow the rules of the HP world and everything will be fine!

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RULES
- 72 hours per round
- edit and non-edit
- 1 main character per person (whose appearance should more or less stay the same along the way)
- casting + 2 rounds, each ending at 19:00 forum time and next one posted within four hours (after reading what you've written and preparing individual rounds)
- read the requirements
- no matter how repetitive always read the requirements
- read the requirements
- min: 100 words
- max: the sky is the limit

FORM:

Name:
Age: 16+
Applying for the tournament: Yes/No – must be 17+
School/Home: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Durmstrang and Beauxbatons
Traits: virtues and flaws (at least three from both)
Dream:
Fear:
Favourite subject: sth you're good in
Least favourite subject sth you're bad at
Face claim: imagine what your character would look like in real life and find a public person that would match her looks (celebrity, model or alike) For example: Your character is Elenor and you imagine her looking like... Lucy Lu... Please spoiler the image
Story: get me to know your character, whether through her background or through a snippet from everyday life
Outfits: your uniform outfit

Family:Pure-blood, half-blood or muggle born and family members (if you include a sibling that is 16-18, they will be added into the extras - if you contact me you get to develop them with me, otherwise, I'll decide on my own :3)

+ to repeat, if you want to be blood-related or/and on friendly-terms with some characters or/and be involved in making them contact me asap  - bear in mind that you’re already on the years six and seven of your education, so naturally you should have made some friends

Extra characters will be introduced in R1.
Triwizard champions will be chosen by randomizer and not by my preference, so if you don’t get to be one, make sure to support those who do. I’ll make sure, you’re part of the plot anyhow.

Now that you have all the info you need. Start writing.

If you have any doubts about entering just swish your mouse and click.

EXTRAS

And not to forget...

Going OOC

Going Out of Character. 
I often use my ''Lucifer rule'' here, which goes like this (for the ones who aren't familiar with it already).

So I've got a description of my character:
Mr. Lucifer is the keeper of the gate of Hell, Satan himself and ruler of darkness who brings his wrath and envy upon all living creatures, creating chaos and havoc on earth.

You say:
Lucifer looked at me and blushed.

. . .

My Lucifer (you know, the guy that makes people go to hell) does not blush.

He just doesn't.

Not even when the fire of the burning souls in hell warms his cheeks up. 

Because there is a lot of you, I had to make more extras. I will keep their bios brief and easy, so you can glimpse over them and gradually, through impressions you'll get to know new dimensions of them.

EXTRAS
Because there is a lot of you, I had to make more extras. I will keep their bios brief and easy, so you can glimpse over them and gradually, through impressions you'll get to know new dimensions of them.

Beauxbatons

Name: Acel Baptiste
Face claim: Keiynan Londale
Age: 17
About them:
Acel is a very quiet individual, who doesn't seem to care about much of the attention he is getting, simply because he is a world-famous model for Veelacariosa skincare with the essence of Veela hair. You can see the ads he's in in each new number of the daily prophet. He, himself, also has some Veela blood from his great-great-grandmother. He's polite but doesn't bother to interact with the numerous fans that bother him on a daily and hourly basis. He smiles reluctantly back and continues on with his day. He dislikes refusing to take pictures or signing anything, because he finds it rather difficult to say no... to basically anyone. When he gets upset, however, he'll won't pretend to be a gentleman, rather just let go of his usual stiff composure and let the Veela blood in him bite your head off. For some reason he is oddly scared of horses and unicorns, since of a childhood incident with a horse in his garden. or that reason he is also not a fan of Care of Magical Creatures. His favourite subject is without doubt Astronomy. Both his mother and father are wizards and one day he hopes he'll be leading a quiet life in a hidden cottage with only a loved one and his dog.


Name: Mathieu Cuvelier (Brother of Manon - Siddh)
Face claim: Timofei Rudenko
Age: 17
About them:
Mathieu, or just Math as those who understand his whimsical nature call him, enjoys having fun. He’s one of those people who are never bored because even if for a moment he feels the boredom coming will jump back on their feet and do something to distract themselves. He’s not used to deep thinking about things that bother him. He rather shakes it off and grins at you, assuring even yourself that everything is precisely the way it should be. He’s not keen on responsibilities or anything that limits his freedom so finding a favourite subject is as if you’re asking him, which torture device he’d prefer. But in the end, he finds Muggle Studies immensely amusing, unlike the everlasting boredom of Ancient Runes. He’s lucky, his dad is a muggle so he can explain a thing or two to him, his sister and his witch mother. Surprisingly Math has no fixed dream of his future. When asked this question, a picture of a wave crashing into the shore appears in his mind – and he’s riding the wave, on a surfing board – a cute muggle invention his father seems to be very fond of.

Durmstrang

Name: Zion Yang
Face claim:Hao Yun Xiang
Age: 18
About them:
Born in a pure-blood family, who appreciated the beauty of true wizard blood, Zion was raised to value old wizard families and despise anything else. While his strong jawline and flat expression seemed to show that he fully agreed with that way of thinking, he actually just didn’t care about it as much as his family seemed to want him to. Out of the very few half-blood students he met at Durmstrang, the purity of their blood did not seem to be of relevance. He rather focused on playing Quidditch and studying hard, since it seemed he was rather good at that. Always polite and well-mannered he also seems to be the teacher’s pet. He’s not one of those who need to hear the instructions twice. Once he hears them he does them, no thought lingering in his head. All of the subjects are dear to him, but Arithmancy seems to be holding a special place in his heart unlike Divination, which he never seemed to grasp properly. One day he hopes to work in the ministry of Magic and perhaps even lead it.


Name: Jordan Gemma Dunwich
Face claim: Adelaide Kane
Age: 18
About them:
Jordan was born in a magical family, her mother being from Bulgaria, her father from Great Britain. She is an only child and is aware that she is the hope of her family and she set her goal to make them proud. Nothing iss ever enough for her father - Jordan always needs to give more, want more, do more. But truth be told, she never wants more, never tries more than it is required. She completely lacks ambition, but her brains are enough to do great at school. She only needs to listen on the classes and read the materials a few times before the exams to excel. She is, however, terrible at socialisation. She is one of those weird people, who never seem to care about whatever you’re talking about or contribute to a normal conversation. What many don’t know is that she always listens. She just believes it’s not her matter to comment on unless precisely asked to. And what nobody knows is that she cares. Sometimes even too much. She is very weak in Divination but excels at Charms and Care of Magical Creatures and one day she hopes to become an ambassador of the Ministry in the muggle world.

Gryffindor

Name: Jordan Green (brother of Naz – Fashion-Chic)
Face claim: Jeremy Dufour
Age: 17
About them:
Jordan is a pure-blood wizard, whose family has been in the home of Salazar Slytherin for quite a long time. He, however, seems to have rebelled against it and readily jumped into the house of Godric Gryffindor. It’s harsh to say he’s not a fan of his family, but it seems as if he’s the black sheep of their bloodline. His sister, too, has vastly different opinions than he has, even if they are twins. Sad thing is that once sorted into Gryffindor, his life became… precisely that what he always assumed happiness was. He was surrounded by people who understood him. Soon he found two friends whose side he’d never even imagine leaving, even if both of them seemed to come from a muggle family, Niklaus and Nela. Jordan excels at all subjects and teachers are fond of him, even if he doesn’t try hard to make them to. His favourite subject, still is Defence Against the Dark Arts, since it filled with excitement and practical use, and his least favourite one seems to be potions, even if he is rather good at them. One day he dreams of being free of being connected with the Green family name and creating his own reputation.

Name: Niklaus Kalendruschat
Face claim: Cameron Boyce
Age: 17
About them:
Niklaus was born into a really poor muggle family, getting really surprised to find out he’s a wizard. Getting financial aid for poorer students, Hogwarts was able to give him education. His parents were thrilled and tried to make things easier for him even if it was hard with him and his other two younger brothers. Niklaus studies hard not to lose his modest scholarship, because without it, he wouldn’t be able to buy even second-hand books and robes he’s using right now. He is however, one of those people who seem to throw everything away if people dear to him need him. He’s understanding and caring and never, ever selfish. One of the rare commodities he has allowed himself is owning a pet. A small tabby cat which seems to be only fond of him and nobody else after he saved it from freezing in Hogsmeade. Nik’s favourite subject is Care of Magical Creatures and he’s not really fond of Transfiguration. One day he hopes he’ll offer his children brand new books and robes without going into debts.


Name: Nela Belan
Face claim: Josephine Skriver
Age: 18
About them:
Nela has been born into a muggle family, who had no clue their daughter was a witch. However, once she managed to turn her brother into a monkey, it was clear that she wasn’t a normal six-year-old. Unlike Niklaus, she has plenty of money and even if there are insults thrown her way about not being pure-blooded she shakes them off with a scoff. She’s aware she’s great. The confidence she has is almost palpable and as the captain of the Quidditch team she assures every opponent, she’s not worried a bit. Weirdly enough, she has never lost a game as a captain for three consecutive years in a row. She’s extremely loyal and would kill and die for her friends, so it’s smart to keep her at your good side. She’s also really popular with boys and some girls. It seems that if you’re looking for the queen of Hogwarts, you met her in this girl. Her favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts, even if she is best known to be the best student of potions in the last ten years. Her least favourite subject is by far Study of Ancient Runes. One day she hopes to make her summer job her profession. She spends her summers as a lingerie and swimsuit model.

Hufflepuff

Name: Holly Longbottom
Face claim: Zoey Deutch
Age: 16
About them:
Holly is a half-blood witch, whose father was really surprised to find out both his wife and daughter were witches on a warm Sunday afternoon when it started snowing in his own house. She’s impatient and carefree and keen on doing what she feels like, regardless of how inconvenient it might be for others. She is a cheerful persona and her company is always fun, even if sometimes challenging. She’s prone to snap at people but usually realises it soon enough and profoundly apologises for her behaviour. Her favourite subject of all times is Divination, not because she’s that good at it, but because she can give her creativity a wind in the back and figure out various scenarios that could happen when a planet is in a specific position. She finds it immensely fun and challenging – almost the same as she’s describe herself. She isn’t a fan of Charms, though, because it seems the spell she’s trying to cast is never the one she actually casts. One day in the future she hopes to own a magic beauty salon, because if there’s something she’s good at – it’s makeup and hair.


Name:Sebastian James Hadwin (brother of Mary-Grace – NinaJones)
Face claim:Cesar Casier
Age: 18
About them:
Sebastian James comes from a respected pure-blood family. Oddly enough he prefers his middle name, which he got after his grandfather. He’s not one to talk much, but if a conversation is started he’ll make sure to show enough interest and respond properly. He’s a quite smart guy, who seems to be endlessly disappointed with not making it into Ravenclaw, where he genuinely thought he’d end up, considering his family history. He’s trying to find the reason why the Sorting hat put him there were he is now, but it doesn’t seem he’s too pleased about it. James is, however, hardworking and very detailed when it comes to taking things seriously. He notices things most people wouldn’t and he does it with ease. His favourite subject is Transfiguration, in which he irrevocably excels, but he finds Potions not as tempting as other subjects he’s listening to. He thinks the reason why he’s so good at Transfiguration must be this detail-oriented nature of his, while he blames his sulking and stubborn nature to disobey instructions for his lack of success in potions .One day he wishes to open his own book shop where he’ll be trying to write his own spell book.


Name: Luna Mills-Bogdanov
Face claim: Rachelle Lefevre
Age: 18
About them:
Luna is born into a well-off pure-blood family, her mother being a witch in full sense of the word, with its many negative connotations. Luna’s greatest strength is her generosity and the love she gives to the beings around her. She is insufferably kind, gentle and caring and she carefully weighs her words before using them. She is prone, however, to outbursts here and there when her usually very deep glass of controlled emotions overfills and generously overflows. She was raised to respect everyone as long as they respect her, but to immediately rebel if no respect is offered. She’s easy to please and small acts of kindness make a deep impact on her. She doesn’t eat meat nor any animal products and her cat Thea is always somewhere around her. It’s probably the best trained cat you’ve ever seen. Luna’s favourite subject is Care of Magical Creatures and her least favourite subject is certainly History of Magic. She is also very good at Divination and once had a vision of what she thinks her future is: she in a beautiful white wedding gown and her groom, whose face she wasn’t able to see – but could see the dozen eggs he seemed to be throwing off the altar. 

Ravenclaw

Name: Reynard Potter
Face claim: Tom Srurridge
Age: 17
About them:
Reynard comes from a pure-blood family, who doesn’t seem to be concerned with matters of blood, even if their line seems to be ‘pristine’ as some would say. He’s insanely intelligent and very friendly. He gets along with everyone, even if he’s not too close with anyone but a few of his classmates. He’s aiming to become a healer and that is why his grades seems to be best in school. Surprisingly enough, Rey isn’t overly confident and he realises that the reason why he’s this good really is because he works hard. His biggest flaw is that he almost never and he tends to hold grudges for a very long time. Funnily enough, he’s one of those people, who wouldn’t think twice about putting a spell on your pen so it’d write down everything incorrectly if you tick him off. He’s not the type to have outbursts, but the type to serve his revenge cold and doubled, so try and not get on his wrong side. His favourite subjects are Herbology and Potions but he doesn’t seem to enjoy History of Magic at all.


Name: Bryce Slughorn
Face claim: Daniel Macedo
Age: 17
About them:
Bryce is one of those guys who’s been with many girls so far. As a half-blood he has some understanding for the witches and those who come from muggle families, making him knowledgeable on so many various topics of conversation.  He’s charming, alluring and has one of those smiles, that throw you off your feet. He’s kind but also gullible and easily distracted. Only if he likes you a lot he’s able to keep his attention span longer than a few minutes, without running off somewhere else, because the world of adventure is calling him. He doesn’t take an advantage of people but sometimes doesn’t seem to grasp the severity of the situation developing around him, which often leads to many broken hearts and hard feelings. But all he wants is honesty and some good company for a stroll around the school. His favourite subject is Herbology, but he’s not that keen on Charms, because, I quote him, he has enough charms in his personality. In the future he dreams of working outdoors, unconfined by wall.


Name:Rodolphus “Ruff” Glendower (brother of Effie – Adidut)
Face claim: Bluey Robinson
Age: 18
About them:
Rodolphus is a son of a pure-blood family, whose members have been fond of the house of Rowena Ravenclaw. He has impeccable manners and even if his temper is rather quick and not prone to testing and teasing, he seems to skilfully mask it with a polite smile and empty words of assurance. Ruff is confident and insists on being called “Ruff” just by his close friends. When others seem to want to use that nickname of his, he kindly reminds them they are not close enough to share affections by using nicknames. He is actually quite open-minded and ready to accept plenty of options and opinions as long as his are accepted as well. He is prone to sulking , even if it’s hard to tell, because the mask of politeness stays on. It is, however, noticeable since he uses a lot more sarcasm in his words than he is normally used to. His favourite subject is Transfiguration but he doesn’t seem all too keen on Herbology, ever since a Devil’s Snare almost chocked him to death as he took a nap in the wrong part of the garden. One day he hopes to be a lawyer.

Slytherin

Name: Blaise Lestrange
Face claim: Darin Blaine Williams
Age: 17
About them:
Blaise is a pure-blood. That first sentence is what Blaise values the most about himself. Raised in a family with generations and generations of Slytherins, he seems to follow the usual stereotype of a muggle-hating policy founded by his great-, grandfathers. He is very goal-driven and convinced of his own superiority, that he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge some people who surround him. Even more if they are not pure-blooded. He is above average in intelligence as well as in his magical abilities and while others waste their time on hobbies, he prefers lazying around or taking a nap. He is very much of a gentleman and a pleasant person if you’re ever to have a conversation with him as another pure-blood wizard. His attitude only changes if you’re ‘that kind’ of wizard and by that kind he means the kind that supports the mixture of wizard blood with those unworthy of it. His favourite subject is Charms and he doesn’t see the point in defending against the dark arts while one could be learning how to use them properly. In the future he aims to work at the Ministry of Magic.


Name: Sidh Pandya
Face claim: Avan Jogia
Age: 17
About them:
Sidh comes from a revered Indian pure-blood line of wizards. His family has been kept pure for over a millennium, which is not something many families can say. While his father has been sent to England as an ambassador of India’s Ministry of Magic, Sidh has joined Hogwarts until they go back to India. He is quite popular with girls and unlike plenty of her Slytherins he does not have a problem with muggle-born wizards. He’s very into them if they are physically attractive, even if marrying one would never be something he’d do. He is an intelligent young man, very aware of his situation and while he’s young he can enjoy some recklessness if in the end he jumps back to being a decent heir and successor of his family. He also has a talent of noticing people who will at some point be of use to him. He befriends them easily with his endless charms, regardless of their blood and carefully weaves his web of connections. His favourite subject is History of Magic, because he believes that a good basis is the key to understanding and his least favourite subject is Care of Magical Creatures, because he’s not fond of touching beasts.

Contestants

Last edited by Tonkolina (22/08/2018 at 21:01)

Name> Mary- Grace Hadwin
Nickname> Cherry Blossom
Age> 17

Applying for the tournament> No, but she will be watching.

School/Home> Ravenclaw, Hogwarts

Traits>
Cheerful- You can bet you always see this girl with a smile on her face because positivity comes out of her in waves and her bubbling with it. Loyal- As a child, she already learned to be loyal to family, so she doesn’t know any better but think is one of her best traits. Intelligent& witty- Even though she could be a genius she loves to act stupid just to surprise people later with her wits always works on her family and teachers. Responsible- You may not know but Mary is responsible not only for when she’s in the wrong or her homework but also when looking after kids/ animals both she adores and seem to adore her. Humble- Doesn’t brag about how smart she is or even when she knows an answer she won’t be the first to announce it. Takes nothing seriously- Mary laughs most things away coming over as childish or annoying most of the time because of this trait. Lazy- To some point but it has become less because with each passing year the subjects get harder for her she actually has to pay attention and make her homework the first one may have to make place for sleep though, Energetic loud-mouth- doesn’t know when to shut up or even when to pipe down she has a lot of enemies in Ravenclaw because of this not that she cares and has trust issues- Due to her ex she got some issues when it comes to trust and she rather not fall  in love again but only times will learn.

Dream> Always to have fun. or owning her own day-care for children.
Fear> Frogs and needles

Favourite subject> Care for magical creatures
Least favourite subject> Study of ancient runes because it is boring!

Face claim> Kelsey Calemine with pink hair

Me and I am Pink

Story>

The Hadwin Background

The Hadwin family has always been a family of pure blood witches that where proud to call themselves raves. 

That's until Mary was born her parents gave up hope when Mary turned 6 and didn't seem as smart as her brother Sebastian at that age. Little did they know that Mary didn't care much for studying even though she was more than capable she just chose to do other things with her time while growing she got a kick out of getting the lowest grades out of her class just for the fun of it and the frustrated looks she got from her parents of course.

But the shock came to the family when the oldest child Sebastian turned 11 and went to Hogwarts only to turn out to be placed in house Hufflepuff. Oh... how Mary enjoyed the faces of her family that day when the news reaches them. A year later the family had another shock to process when against her wishes Mary was placed into Ravenclaw, her parents where pleased surprised and for Mary had to admit having good attention could be nice to they allowed her to paint her blond looks pink after all. The downside of this was that she and her brother didn’t have the best relationship afterwards her brother kept thriving to be placed in Ravenclaw where he belongs in his mind but sadly that isn’t the case and Mary is only saddened by the fact he isn’t enjoying his school life to the fullest.

While even though Mary is placed into Ravenclaw she isn’t one to be pressed down in the books but rather enjoys her school-life here and there being a little more seriously. More than everything having fun is better than learning in her books. So no surprise there that she mostly hangs out with the members of the house Hufflepuff.

One of her younger brothers was placed into Gryffindor which came as a surprise to her parents but they didn’t mind it too much Gryffindor is a second house her parents are proud of. Much to Sebastian’s frustrations. Her youngest brother isn’t placed yet in a house but the Family will find out soon enough.

Sorting Hat

At eleven Mary had already given her parents a headache to last a lifetime but when the letter for her came they still were slightly proud of her. But they also knew she would be placed in Hufflepuff just as her older brother,  so they kinda forgot her and focused more on her little brother. Mary who was used to be basically invisible to her parents enjoyed her time with her youngest brother Ryan who while playing still learned a lot from her sister. Mary made sure the boy was well behaved, was dressed properly and enjoyed life. Because learning is necessary and all but do is rest and fun. At eleven you could say she knew what would happen so why stress over it. But Mary was in for a big surprise.

"I've done this job for centuries
On every student's head, I've sat
Of thoughts I take inventories
For I'm the famous Sorting Hat.

I've sorted high, I've sorted low,
I've done the job through thick and thin
So put me on and you will know
Which house you should be in...," The sorting head sang.

Mary looked around the dining room at ease even though most others we're a nervous wreck. Mary was all smile and curious about the Hufflepuff members where her brother was seated with a rather sour face. Mary smiled at him when their eyes met but her brother just looked away.

After some 1st years went before her it was finally her turn, she sat down and the sorting hat was placed on her head.

"Oh, this one is a treasure,  all who see a stone forget to clean the dirt to see a diamond, tell me, young lady, what is 1+1=," The sorting hat asked.

"Window," Mary's thought went immediately but she was going to answer the question right a simple two will do.

Mary was about to replay when the Sorting hat spoke up.

"The house Ravenclaw," Mary's eyes went wide.

"Wait, what?!" Mary looked at the one yelling to see her brother standing up properly identical expression as her own.

"A lot may think she is a Puff but her cheap tricks can't hide her fate as a Rave," The sorting hat replies.

When the hat was taken of Mary's head she walks to the blue table where the eagle seems to watch over her. The table Ravenclaw's applaud when Mary sat down.

Mary learned one thing that day she may have to hide it well but some things are just harder to trick, such as fate.

School Hoggy

Another summer vacation over and back to school with an extra edition this time.

"Don't be so nervous rabbit it will be okay," Mary told her brother we were ticking with his leg on the floor of the train.

"What if I become a Slytherin... Or Hufflepuff," Ryan replied with a faraway look.

"Then I would still be proud of you, rabbit," Mary replied,  "And of course we will be a quartet at least," Ryan looked at his older sister and smiled softly.

Mary grabbed his leg, "Your the best you know that right?" Ryan nodded.

"So don't worry I am already so proud of you," Mary told her brother who relaxes some more.

"Thank you, Cherry, Oh don't call me, rabbit," Ryan replied cheekily.

"Did you just give me an order rugged," Mary replied laughing.

The train drive went on with the two siblings teasing each other as usual.

When arriving Mary was attacked from behind.

"I can't believe you didn't want to drive with us," Mary smiled at her friend and hugged her.

"My little brother first year I told you how important it was," Mary replied.

"Yeah, yeah mother hen," her friend teases.

Mary helped her brother while chatting with some friends. She was almost finished and looked up to see her ex.

"As pretty as ever," Mary signed and looked passed him.

"Thank you," she replied before running past him to her other best friend.

"Long time no sees mate," Mary told him fist bumping and then hugging him.

"Too bad I find it was to short," He replied teasingly making Mary laugh.

"Mary did you see Ryan," Mary looked beside her friend to see Charles beside him.

She turned around to point at their brother chatting away with her friends.

"Too bad you raised him just like you," Mary rolled her eyes.

"Yes Charles he has fun in life, you should learn that too," Mary replied making her brother huff.

I at least noticed him, Mary though bitterly but didn't speak her mind out loud.

"No... I pretty much fine," Charles replied before making his way to their brother.

"Your family..." Her friend started but Mary cut him off.

"Don't," Mary saw her brother Sebastian deep in his books not even looking around or noticing anything passing him.

Mary knew her parents asked a lot of their children she can't even remember when the last time was that her parents told them she was proud of them. Those words never seem to pass their lips. But all their kids are desperate to hear those words.

Outfits>

Family>
Respected pureblood family
Father (40), Mark Hadwin works in DMLE
Mother (38), Claire Hadwin works as a muggle teacher.
Older brother (18), Sebastian James Hadwin student in house Hufflepuff
Younger brother (15), Charles Andrew Hadwin Student in house Gryffindor
Younger brother (11), William Ryan Hadwin will be his first year at Hogwarts

Last edited by NinaJones (19/08/2018 at 16:50)

Name: Leta Marielise Shillard

Age: 17, 6th August

Applying for the tournament: yes

School: Beauxbatons

Traits: polite, softens her own opinion when she has to share it, hardly ever shares what she really feels or thinks, quiet, talented, insecure, daydreamer, easily lost in the crowd, persistent, patient to certain extent, studious, scary in her quiet ire

Dream: becoming an actress

Fear: heights

Favourite subject: Charms

Least favourite subject: Care of Magical Creatures

Face claim: Taylor Hickson

Spoiler Click to display

Family: Only child of Vincent Meroux and his first wife, Augustine Shillard. Has two younger sisters, Marie (14) and Genevieve (11) from her father's second wife, Yvette. Leta is a half-blood, her mother being a witch... which was a cause for divorce two years after she was born, after Leta displayed a sign of magical talent. She generally lives with her mother in Marseilles (when not in school ofc) and prefers staying away from her father's family, despite Yvette's effort to somehow bring them together. She's painfully aware of the difference between her and her muggle sisters.
About her maternal's family, she did some digging and learned that it's a pure-blood one from Lyon. They disowned her mother after marrying a muggle.

Muggle side of things

It was unusual to see anyobdy inside the library during summer season. But as the librarian remembers, this girl visited frequently... and studied. Another unusuality. Nobody studied in library, especially when the weather just invited you to go outside and play with friends.
When asked by the librarian, the girl would just smile and reply that she's not the best when it comes to the subject at hand and wants to catch up before school starts. Little did the librarian know that the school this girl went to wasn't even covering math or physics or even chemistry.
She'd spend hour or two there, quietly, not bothering anybody, only sounds of shuffling pages and moving the pen on the sheets, as the girl tried to solve an equation. A couple of times the librarian helped her, always rewarded with a smile and polite 'thank you'.
When summer ended, so did the visits of this particular girl. Until the next one. The librarian knew a little about her. She lived with her mother, was liked by the neighborhood, because she was pretty and nice to people and attended some kind of private boarding school her family always did. At least that was the story with her.
And one could wonder where her mother had the money for her daughter to attent such institution.

Before-school Leta

Leta closed her suitcase, certain that she packed everything. Another year of school was coming and she was excited to see familiar people again. She checked the list, everything seemed to be there, even photocopies of muggle textbooks she could take for further studies in the subjects. Certainly, she could use some advantage in the future, especially knowing that magical world covered very little of the muggle one. She was painfully aware that she might take up high school for adults in order to function in both worlds as a part of society. Still, both worlds had opportunity for her to follow her dream... a drem not many would approve of, her mother in articular. And speaking of her mother...
"Leta, sweetheart, are you packed?" Augustine Shillard knocked lightly on the door.
"I am" Leta answered. "I think I've packed everything."
"That's good. Come, dinner is ready."
It was a good thing that her mother respected the privacy of her room. It was her little oasis, with little input from the woman.
"Are you excited?" her mother asked, while they were having the meal.
Leta nodded slightly. Another school year meant many things to her.
"Any boyfriend out there I don't know about?"
"Mom" was Leta's initial comment. "There is none, otherwise you'd probably knew already."
"Not even that boy next door?"
"He has a girlfriend."
"And at school?"
"I don't think so."
Sure, maybe some were crushing on her, but she didn't feel obliged to have a boyfriend at this point, where she was more focused on her studies and potential career. Though maybe, at one point... why not?
"It's a pity..."
"I'm certain I'll find someone sooner or later."
Not that Leta didn't want to tell her mother that she's not planning to end up like her, married and divorced young, with one child. She chose not to. Last thing she wanted was a fight day before school starts.

Magical Leta

Everything was in order and she was ready to go, dressed in her uniform. It was very early in the morning; she wanted to leave before her mother would wake up. She certainly enjoyed the quiet travel to the school, without thinking of the parting words about keeping her grades up, her appearance on point and not to get into trouble. The last thing... she had no problem of doing. Unless a search for knowledge would lead her right into one.
It was a good thing she didn't have any pet. She would've neglected the poor creature, that she was completely aware of. Also, it was one less to carry. Also, it was her first time apparating to further place than her practices from room to room. She considered going the traditional way to the place where carriage would take her to school... but a second or two later, she vanished from the apartment she lived in with her mother, appearing right on the place she wanted... and exhaled with obvious relief.
It was time to go, she had a year of school to complete.

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Name: Natalie "Naz" Green

Age: 17

Applying For The Tournament: Yes

School: Slytherin, Hogwarts

Traits: Courageous, loyal, smart, devious, self-centred, controlling, short tempered

Dreams: To be more successful than her brother

Fears: To not be the centre of attention. And spiders

Favourite Subject: Potions

Least Favourite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures

Face Claim: Molle Gray

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Story: Born into a pure blood family, Naz has always grown up thinking she part of one of the best families in the wizarding world. Definitely not the best - her family (besides her twin brother, Jordan) are malicious and take advantage of others by using their wealth and status. However, they may be considered one of the more fortunate families. Naz has grown up with everything her heart desired, making her the spoilt young lady she is today. She's not used to hearing the word "no"

It was no surprise when Naz's Hogwarts letter arrived, although part of her shattered when her brother got one too. Whilst Naz was smart, her brother was easily smarter and had always beaten her grade-wise. She thought Hogwarts would be the place she would succeed, so when Jordan got his letter Hogwarts became yet another competition between the two, unknowingly to her brother.

Her first couple of years at Hogwarts were... interesting. Naz was the type of student who messed around in class, distracting others and never fully giving it her best. She'd give attitude to teachers, deliberately mess up other pupils' work and was often kicked out of class. However, she would often sneak off to the Forbidden Forest after hours, studying and making notes. Her grades were okay overall, but still no match to her brother's. The only class she did excel at was potions.

Naz has a very small yet close friendship group, limited to only other members of Slytherin. The group intimidate all those around them. If asked, Naz would say she runs the school.

Outfit:


Family: Pure blood. Has a twin brother called Jordan, who is kind and the complete opposite of her

Last edited by Fashion-Chic (17/08/2018 at 23:13)

Name: Freya Ohlson
Age: 17
Applying for the tournament: Yes
School/Home: Durmstrang
Traits: loyal, organised, trustworthy, ambitious, family person, overprotective // impulsive, clumsy, blunt, impatient, always late, stubborn 
Dream: Doing a world trip
Fear: Being buried alive
Favourite subject: Transfiguration
Least favourite subject: Astronomy
Face claim: Olivia Holt

Olivia Holt

Family: Freya is the oldest daughter from Henrik and Savannah Ohlson (née Morrison). Her 11th birthday has caused quite the surprise when suddenly an owl with a letter for Durmstrang showed up. It is has been an overwhelming experience for both Freya and her parents. She has been pretty lost in her first year in Durmstrang but managed to adapt over the time. Freya has two younger sisters who have been accepted in Durmstrang as well. Carina (14) is in her fourth year while Rebekka (11) has just started her first year.

The last day of Summer // A trip down the Memory Lane

Freya looks at the small lake in front of her enjoying the last few hours of her summer holidays. She is still amazed how quickly a school year can pass and she has to admit it is even worse with the vacation. It feels like yesterday that Freya finished her 6th year in Durmstrang and was reunited with her parents and Rebekka. The blonde girl stretches her legs closing her eyes for a moment. At this time tomorrow she will be already back in Durmstrang just like Carina and Rebekka who has been buzzing with excitement about her first year ever since she got the letter. Freya smiles at the memory… it has been at the beginning of the summer holidays and like always Rebekka has been asking her endless questions about her school year, her subjects and her friends. Others might have been annoyed but not Freya. She missed her younger sister too much to be bothered by her questions. When the letter for Rebekka finally arrived the girl had been screaming out of excitement and happiness.
The blonde girl closes her eyes for a moment thinking back at her own 11th birthday. It had been a pretty normal day until suddenly the owl had shown up and managed to turn Freya’s world upside within a few minutes. To say that it has been a shock for her and her parents almost seems like an understatement. Freya can still remember how confused and lost she has felt in this moment… being a witch was definitely something she couldn’t imagine, not even in her wildest dreams. The first weeks after the blonde girl got the letter had been pretty confusing since neither she nor her parents knew what to do. It wasn’t like Henrik or Savannah could ask anyone in the family for help seeing that Freya was the first witch… later she would find out that had been a wizard in her mother’s family almost 200 years ago. Shopping for Durmstrang has been an interesting experience - to say at least - and until this day Freya can’t say who has been more surprised by everything she and her parents have seen on this day.
Somehow it feels like yesterday that she got her letter and now the blonde girl will start her last year in Durmstrang. She can say without any doubt that not once she has regretted starting her new life as Witch… not that it was ever an option. The last six years in Durmstrang have been interesting, fascinating and Freya always managed to learn something new. Of course she has made friends as well even this has proven to be quite difficult. The blonde girl had known nothing about Magic, Witches and Wizards and the different families… discovering that not everybody was willing to talk with a Muggle-born had been painful. But Freya wouldn’t have been Freya if she didn’t try at least, of course most of the time with a bad result. She might not have many friends but those who are close to her are the ones she treasures and cares about the most. The blonde girls smiles already looking ahead to see them again. Like her first year in Durmstrang the summer holidays have always been reserved for her family.
“Freya!” Rebekka’s voice can be heard even from the spot where Freya is sitting. She chuckles before turning her head to see her younger sister running down the path. Her lips are curled into a bright smile.
“Everything alright?” she asks as soon as Rebekka has sat down next to her.
“Yeah… I was just...” the brown-haired girl says but stops only to look at her older sister.
“You were just what?” Freya sounds amused having the slight feeling that the talk will turn into another round of questions about Durmstrang.
“Well Carina is out with her friends and you know that I can’t ask Mum and Dad about this.” Rebekka answers after a few moments of silence.
“You will be fine in Durmstrang.” Freya tells her placing a hand on her shoulder, “I know that you are scared or feeling lost but there is nothing to worry about.”
“But how can you be so certain?” Rebekka asks looking at her with big eyes, “You told me yourself that your first year wasn’t fun at all.” she crosses her arms.
“Yeah I did…” the blonde girl admits letting out a sigh, “But you shouldn’t forget that I had no one during this time. You have Carina and you have me. If you ever need help you know that you can always come to us.”
“Are you sure? Because Carina said that 7th-year students don’t want to be seen with the new ones.” Rebekka replies.
“You know sometimes it is better not to listen to her.” Freya says teasingly, “You are my sister and I’m sure my friends won’t have a problem with you.” she pulls her younger sister closer, “You are an Ohlson, never forget that.”
“I won’t!” Rebekka wraps her arms around Freya hugging her tightly. “Speaking of help…” she bites her lower lip looking at the blonde girl with her most innocent expression.
“Let me guess… you need help with packing.” she grins in return. Freya pushes herself of the ground extending a hand for Rebekka, “Well then let’s go… We should hurry if you want to be done before dinner.”
“You are the best… I can help you as well if you want.” the brown-haired girl offers but Freya only shakes her head.
“Unlike you or Carina I have been done with packing since yesterday.” she replies with a bright smile. “One of us has to be the organised one.” she teases while Rebekka only huffs and sticks out her tongue. As they get closer to the house Freya feels even more excited about the upcoming year in Durmstrang… yes she is sad that it will be her last one but she plans on making the best out of it.

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Name: Genevieve "Veevee/Vivi" Mizukami

Age: 17

Applying for the tournament: Nope, I'd rather help

House: Of course I'm a Slytherin

Traits: Me? I'm a tsundere. I'm selfish and impatient (... but actually very over-protective to those closest to me, and I think I'm smart and pretty optimistic? o///o)

Dream: Open a playland with my cousins and best friends! Boys excluded!

Fear: Boys, hot summer days, attracting unnecessary attention

Favourite subject: Defence against the dark arts

Least favourite subject: Herbology (sobs)

Face claim: Rola

Story:

Background

Years ago, an owl crashed my annual family party and gifted several letters to my cousins and me. Thinking about that now, I don't think I've ever regretted opening the letter to discover that I was invited to attend Hogwarts like the rest of my family.

Like my cousins and siblings who aren't so close to me, I grew up around very successful and talented wizards, witches, and of course, pet snakes of various species. Since I started to talk, I was taught some basic spells, and since I started to walk, I was gifted toy brooms from my parents, aunts, and uncles. Growing up in a big, magical family, I guess that was only the norm.

Our family was big, but closely-knitted. I received gifts almost everyday, whether it be as small as chocolate frogs, or as monetary-valuable as a bag full of gold. I guess growing up like that, it's only normal for me to be the spoiled and ambitious brat I am now. Now that another year has began at Hogwarts, it's time for me to ace all those exams and graduate at the top of my class by the end of my seven years. Oh, and the House Cup!

Snippet

"Tulle cape, curled hair, fancy hair-accessory. Of course," my Slytherin best friend said, rolling her eyes as I sat down beside her in potions class.

"You don't say," I grinned. Corinne was one of my family friends.

"Hey, ready for the test today?" she asked teasingly.

"Obviously," I scoffed, unimpressed. Unlike me, Corinne wasn't great at studying, but she tries so hard.

Other girls of different houses rolled into the class and greeted Corinne and I nicely. On the other hand, when boys walked in, they distanced themselves from us and avoided eye-contact as they walked past us, as usual. Corinne and I were never on the best terms with the boys in our grade... ever since we pulled a pretty mean joke in the boy's washroom back in first year. We were two of the most evil Slytherins.

"...so if you have time today, will you come and watch our quidditch practice?"

Corinne and I peered over at a group of people, listening carefully to their conversation. Of course the most popular girl's table will always be surrounded by the cutest guys, right?

"What, depressed?" Corinne laughed at me quietly.

"Shut up," I replied. Shh, it's a secret. I kind of want to become friends with at least one boy and at least one of the more popular girls this year... even though I'm scared of boys and attention. The attention I get due to my younger cousins' mischiefs are more than enough (they go against the rules a lot).

More about my family... and the mischievous troublemakers...

It was late at night when I was studying that I received another message from one of the professors. I mentioned my cousins earlier, didn't I?

Our family members all attended, or are attending, or will attend Hogwarts. Currently, I have about fifteen younger cousins -whose names I don't even remember- at school, and all in Slytherin. Many of them skip classes or bully others for fun, and professors expected me, the oldest cousin at school, to take care of situations.

"Vee, did you receive another letter?" Corinne peered from her bed; she sleeps earlier than I do.

"Spill it, girl. What did they do again?" another roommate asked. All of them knew that I received these messages... on a, sadly, regular basis.

"Snuck into the attics this time," I sighed.

"Only natural for Slytherins to be sly," Corinne chuckled. Am I really the only one who wishes that I'm not Slytherin sometimes? For some reason, I'm always painfully conscious of how people view Slytherins, and that Slytherins are so often connected to negativity.

"Bear with me again, will you all?" I sighed after a while.

"Go ahead, Miss Righteous," they chorused.

"Can you make my cousins," I yelled at the sky, "stop thinking that as long as they're in Slytherin, they can be evil? Please change them so that they learn to follow our family's values! Slytherins aren't all evil!"

With that, the night ended with our entire room laughing and rolling on the floor. I always tried to soothe the tension in the atmosphere whenever I receive those letters from the professors, and I'm glad my roommates are always so considerate and cooperative.

Outfits:


Family: Just one of the spoiled girls in my Slytherin family

Last edited by Yukibana-Haruna (19/08/2018 at 04:37)

Name: Lenalee Hamilton

Age: 18 y.o

Applying for the tournament:  Yes

School/Home: Durmstrang

Traits: patient, hardworking at times and lazy other times, not a morning person, positive, always with a smile on her face, trusts easily, do anything I can to make other people smile and cheer them up, thinks of others more than herself, kind of messy, shy around strangers...

Dream: be happy with myself and family and make others happy as well.

Fear: losing my beloved ones

Favourite subject:  Care of Magical Creatures

Least favourite subject: Transfiguration

Face claim: Lalisa Manoban



Story: Lena had quite a normal childhood other than her little sister's Sara death of "seeminly" an illness that she had in her brain that she got suddenly when she was 5 y.o. She was very charming and intelligent, she was a unique child with a bright future ahead of her. A lot of people loved her and cared for her but that didn't keep evil away from her because she would sometimes meet with strangers and they would try to lure her and the family noticed that and protected her but maybe it was too late. They suspect that "something" or "someone" might have done this but because at the time they were traviling and visiting a lot of places they didn't know where to start from and after months of trying and seaching they just gave up and settled down but they discovered one thing, it had something to do with dark magic...
other than that Lena had a pretty normal pure-blood girl's life.

Outfit:


Family: Pure-blood
My family consists of 6 members including me, my mother Caroline (37y.o) is a normal housewife with enough knowledge of her own that she increases everyday. she is a happy and a very caring person. My father Adam (42y.o) is a kind person but he can also be harsh at times but we know he is just being caring for us and helps us know what's right and wrong and not be so carefree. My two younger brothers Alex (9y.o) who can be the cutest little pecious angel and at the same time the most develish little evil but we still love him, and Dan or Daniel (3y.o) is just an innocent little child. I have an older sister Hailey (20y.o) and she is married now to the nicest man I've ever seen. they got married last year and my father didn't accept at first because he thought she was too young for it but after observing Antoine he agreed to it and they atcually are in a very good term and maybe they will become good friends.

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*just slides in quietly and takes a spot*



Sarah Harris
Age: 17

Face Claim: Emilia Clarke

Applying for the tournament: Yes
School/Home: Ravenclaw

Traits: Responsible, perfectionist, witty, loner at times, never admits she's wrong - there's always a point of view where she's kinda right (except when not), hates to be told she/something she did is wrong, fair and just (...except when she's wrong)
Dream: Working in the Ministry of Magic, preferably being a judge.
Fear: Complete darkness
Favorite subject: Potions
Least favorite subject: Transfiguration

Family: Pure-Blood
Mother - Julianna Harris, 42, seamstress
Father - Peter Harris, 40, Ministry worker (Obliviator Department)



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"Ugh!" I tried to calm down my nerves while trying to get the piece of parchment flying around my bedroom like it wanted to be free.
"Did I hear a grunt?" Mom's chuckle made me snap my head to the door. The woman was leaning on the door, a smile plastered on her lips as she eyed amused at my book.
"A little help here?" I jumped in vain, trying to grab one of the pages from what was supposed to be my History of Magic book.
With a swish of her wand my mom managed to control the disgruntled mess that just so happened to fall on my head.
"Ouch... So now not only am I late but I'm also going to have a headache..." I stuffed the book into my suitcase before it got any other funny ideas. - "Stupid Fred."
"Ah so Fred was the culprit." I could see the dancing smile on mom's lips, which I plainly ignored. I know how she can get sometimes and we aren't going there.
Fred Carter was our next door neighbor. He was two years older than me and thought it was fun to mess around with me in Hogwarts. Mess around as in play pranks and then call it a friendship. He caught me in Flourish and Blotts and clearly decided it was fun to enchant my textbook.
"Yeah, someone's happy to be done with Hogwarts.." Not only done with school but also being able to do magic off campus. Which I can only wish for in two years.
"You're not going to miss him? I mean he was one of the few friends you had there..."
The only one, I mentally corrected her but then that wouldn't really be true. I had a few people I knew and talked on a daily basis in my house... That was supposed to be the definition of friends...right?
"Not really, I don't mind being alone." I replied when I noticed mom was giving me one of her signature "mom looks". Those usually consisted of staring at me with doe yet scrutinizing eyes. It still amazes me to this day how she manages to do both at the same time.
"Maybe this year will be different." She grabbed my suitcase and accompanied me to the door.
"Why? Just because of some exchange students?" When she followed me down the driveway I had to stop. - "And where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going to take you to the station." My raised brow stare clearly stated how I felt about that. - "You said you were late."
"Mom I can apparate now."
"Oh right." She smiled like she wanted to hug me but she knew better. I wasn't much keen on hugs.
"You better not apparate into a public place missy." Dad's voice came from the open window of the living room. Soon his face appeared at the same place.
"I know dad." Muggles can't see us and yada yada yada. I sighed to the speech I knew would come. It had started when I was eleven and got my letter and it continued every year. I wouldn't expect it to end now, of course.
"(...)(...)...and if you see any of those new students trying to pull anything funny on the station you let me know."
"Of course dad." I heard close to zero of what he said but I'm sure if I had to repeat it I would get 98% right.
"And don't think about placing your name in that cup."
Now that I heard.
I stared at my dad and then at my mom who had a concerned face.
Oh, come on.
"So the first exciting thing to happen in Hogwarts is the tournament and I'm not allowed to participate?"
"You are allowed." Mom whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder like I was this little girl ready to throw a fit. I wouldn't, fyi. - "What your father means is that we'd hope you wouldn't."
Both of us could see my dad's mouth opening to disagree to her words but as quickly as mom gave me her signature look she could as easily shift into her stabbing don't-you-dare-say-a-word look.
Dad could easily catch those.
"Well I don't know. But I might join." I told them, taking my suitcase from my mom. Now I hope I still remember how to apparate with the luggage, the last thing I need are my clothes lost somewhere in Arabia while I apparate in King's Cross.

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Name: Vera Ripley

Age: 17
Applying for the tournament: Yes
School/Home: Gryffindor, Hogwarts
Traits: Free-spirited, fiercely independent, passionate, headstrong, bluntly honest, dry sense of humour, short-tempered, goes from utterly social to horribly anti-social in seconds, capable of partying in a large crowd or go to a secluded island, procrastinator, easily distracted, funny, slightly superficial, falls in love very, very slowly, can seem distant, loyal, intuitive, good with reading people she's close to, caring to her friends, inconsiderate at times, live-and-let-live type, open-minded, non-judgmental, mature when it comes to giving advice, has a hard time keeping her mouth shut.
Dream: Becoming animagus. Travelling the world.
Fear: Sneaks. Boredom.
Favourite subject: Transfiguration & Divination
Least favourite subject: Astronomy
Face claim: Sonia Ben Ammar

Family: Bahar Saltane Moreau, 48, mother, Tunisian-French muggle-born witch.
Elon Ripley, 50, British wizard from a long line of the pure-blooded family.
Ferid & Elodie Saltane Moreau, 60 & 58, maternal uncle & aunt, she considers them close family.
Yvonne & Helena Saltane Moreau, 28 & 25, maternal cousins, closest to her.
Theodore Ripley, 35, uncle, favourite one, by far, youngest one in the family too, talented wizard, keen world traveller, kind of a role model.

Story

Vera took a deep breath telling herself she did really want this kiss to happen. Sidh was handsome, he was desirable, he was – frankly – hot and she’d be the envy of everyone here if she did it. However, she really wanted to be a little bit more special. She didn’t want to be one of them, she wanted to be something else – she was aware she’s telling lies to herself and she doesn’t want this kiss, this whole mess, but the pride or ambition maybe, spoke louder and she leaned in for a kiss. Before she knew much, things were heating up and she was, in fact, getting bored.
“Sorry,” she speaks right between two very long kisses. –“But I think I have to go,”
“What? Where?”
“Uhm,” she tries, fixing her ponytail a little bit. –“I told Nela I’ll help her pick out a dress tonight.” Vera explained. Sidh, not amused, looks at her mildly confused, tilting his head slightly. –“It’s a very important dress,” she nods, biting her lower lip, brows furrowed a little bit. Yup, she was bored. –“For a date,” she continues nodding, quite awkwardly.
“Like the one we’re on right?” his eyes squint a little bit, making her furrow her brows a little bit more and nod again.
“I guess,” she shrugs. –“Look, Sidh,” she takes a deep breath, annoyed out of her mind by her own idiotic behaviour. –“It’s been fun and all, but I’m really just not into this,” pause, longer than she’d like. –“Right now, I guess,”
“Okay,” he seems to be confused. She’s not sure, she’s never been good with reading people new to her. He was. Kind of, she supposed. They knew each other for a while now, but it was more like knowing a statue or some kind of celebrity. You might think you know them having spent ages looking at them, but you have no clue about their personality. He might be upset, she couldn’t tell. He wasn’t, most likely, she wasn’t either, so this all ended well, right?
“Uhm, see you around, I guess?”
“Do you want me to walk—“
“Nah,” she shrugs. –“I mean, we’re here,” she glances around, the school was right there. Literally, two-minute walk from the bench they were sitting on.
“Okay, cool,” he nods, leaning back a little. –“Have fun with dress hunting,”
“Right,” she smiles, very unlike her, nodding again, before reminding herself to stop it already. –“Bye!”
She vanished quicker than a bowl of M&Ms her aunt usually offers them during family lunches. Well, this was totally not awkward.

“D’d y’kiss?”
“What?” she looks at Nela, stuffing some food down her throat. Oh, muggle snacks. She goes next to her bed, cramming her hand into the bag, doing the same.
“Hey, this is rude,”
“I’m helping you get your wings, you should thank me,” she mused through the crumbs. –“What did you ask?”
“Did you kiss?” she asks, again, curiously. You can see a smirk coming. Sense it, more likely.
“Yeah, of course,” Vera rolls her eyes. – “T’was good,”
“And?”
“I was bored,” she nods.
“It wasn’t good if you were bored,” Nela concludes, pushing the bag closer to her chest. –“I don’t need wings, this is too good, honestly,” she nods, happily. Food was the closest thing to happiness, for both, it’s what brought their friendship to life. Stuffing their faces with muggle candy and snacks during the late hours and long study dates – love does come through the stomach. Vera shrugs. She was hungry, a little bit, or just restless. Both, most likely.
She leans back, eyes closed, ready for a random weekend nap – she really prefers naps to being bored.
“The Tournament is gonna be held here,” Nela announces after she’s done with the bag.
“Really?” Vera jumps up, interested – not that her face reflected this story – and the blond nods. –“Cool,”
“I’ll apply,” Nela says, with Vera catching the glimpse of some younger girls in the room. –“You’ll join me?”
“Probably, yes,” she nods. She could. It’s not like she’ll get picked anyways. She never had luck with these things, not really, so she could easily throw her name in just to see what’s happening. She realizes now this means she could finally see Math now – Math, her pen-pal, the best kind of friend to have during lazy times – writing a letter is much simpler than actually getting out of the bed to see someone. She wonders if he’ll get here too.
“I’m hungry,” Nela says out of nowhere.
“I could eat,” Vera shrugs, leaning forward, lanky legs falling on the floor. She’s been thin for the majority of her life – she’s not sure if it’s a blessing or an actual curse. She’s being careless with most things and they seem to be working out – for how long, that’s the issue. –“Let’s find Nik baby too.”

It’s weird.
Only a couple of weeks ago she was resting in a hammock overlooking the beach – book resting on her stomach and headphones on – it was a no brainer when her cousins asked her to join them at their mother’s summer house. Her aunt Elodie was one of the few muggles married into Saltane Moreau family – her uncle still cutely claims their meeting was magic – she soon enough begun to believe it and it was an easy thing to do here in the south of France. There was nothing she could deny the girls – she jokes she owes them parts of her personality. Both of them – Yvonne and Helena – were more like sisters, even though she was the one who managed to forget about reaching out more often than not – still, when you’re family, it’s given there’s love, right?
She believes so.
Otherwise she’d be trapped with British summer weather which was only the second worst thing in this world (first is, obviously, math).
So, picture this – turquoise sea, ivory-colored sand, soft red-and-white hammock, cold lemonade and some of her favorite muggle music. This was the life. This is how she’d like to spend most of her days – if only she could figure out how to do it.

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Name: Euphemia Glendower / Effie
Age:17(let's say almost)
Applying for the tournament: No
School/Home: Hufflepuff
Traits: loud, boisterous, excellent judge of character, easily excitable, friendly towards anyone but friends with only a small group of people she likes and trusts, loyal, skeptical, gives first impressions the most importance and is inflexible when it comes to change them (since she has a lot of confidence her first impressions are the right ones), adventurous, has a belligerent sense of justice, good humored
Dream:being the Minister for Magic one day
Fear:clowns/ never being trully happy
Favourite subject: Potions (and Astronomy)
Least favourite subject:Herbology
Face claim: Alisha Boe
Story:
Walking her fingers through the spines lined on the shelves Effie felt a silent thrill. Which was not the kind of thrill she usually felt or seek. Those were loud just as she was. But her uncle’s house, his library in particular, was a huge and quiet place.  Her trips to Marven’s house leaned towards the „every summer” sort of thing, and then they lasted a couple of days at a time.  It was only Effie's occasional laughter, if the lectured would grant it, that echoed throughout the room. Effie didn’t mind it. She didn’t felt the need to be loud here, but she wasn’t wary of being it either.

Her finger stopped when she reached Stephen King, Marven’s favorite by the number of copies in his collection, but not a name Effie enjoyed reading. Truth be told most of his books weren't even what could have been classified as muggle literature. There were books about all kinds of practical things, like economy , history , some about weird and foreign  notions as electronics or physics, things Effie had no idea about. Even the more approachable ones, works of fiction, were full of muggle inventions Effie had to ask Marven clarification about.  Muggle books were hard to come by, even in Hogwarts library, but Effie’s uncle had been at it for a long time, a passion he seemed to have cultivated thoroughly. No one could deny Marven being a thorough person.  Despite the rather sunny optimism that she liked to express, she was hardly naive. Her family history and their extensive relations as well as Marven’s stories about both the Magic and Muggles worlds thought her too much about them for her to believe it’s a good place always. She simply refused to be knocked over by the bad, regardless of the shape it wore, words or actions or misfortunes, whatever happened she’d always show off her best face in front of it. Her loud, ever-spilling happiness was like a weapon, a statement even, that nothing could make her give up on the world or it’s people. Her eyes went up a shelf stopping to a number that sounded rather promising. A flick of her wand brought The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy straight into Effie’s arms.

„Perfect.” She giggled to herself.  Despite the rather sunny optimism that she liked to express, Effie was hardly naive. Her family history and their extensive relations as well as Marven’s stories about both the Magic and Muggles worlds thought her too much about them for her to believe it’s a good place always. She simply refused to be knocked over by the bad, regardless of the shape it wore, words or actions or misfortunes, whatever happened she’d always show off her best face in front of it. Her loud, ever-spilling happiness was like a weapon, a statement even, that nothing could make her give up on the world or it’s people. Plopping on an armchair with the book she set on waiting for her uncle to return from the job. One of the ravens on the property flied in stopping on the back rest. Effie didn't even flinch. Despite magical's world preference for owls every Glendower had their own raven, sometimes even more than one.

Sometimes adventure can be found even in the jumble of letters scattered across the pages of a book if you make your imagination an unhindered wanderer. Or so Marven said, and Effie was particularly keen to check his theory. If only some times.

***

Vacation days in the Glendower household were a messy and loud affair. Owen in the kitchen hovering over some pots on the stove, or perhaps a cauldron; a dancing broom on his tail commanded by Yasmin who by some miracle managed to focus despite the chaos on the paper work she would have brought home; boys and girls of all sizes and ages, cousins and friends, jumping on the stairs, sneaking in a corner of the house or the garden with a book; laughing or shouting in the yard; secrets whispered under the stairway ; a game of Quidditch permanently happening in the garden; Yasmin soft but imposing voice from her writing desk and her slender silhouette towering from the window that opened towards the garden whenever some black smoke or bright purple glitter appeared when it should not have, or there was a quarrel brewing. They were the loud sort of people that didn't need to travel for an adventure when they could have make one up in their courtyard.

The pie was burnt, Effie was sure of it as soon as her nose picked up the smell. It was rather assaulting her senses. Cibly, one of the house elves, was relegated in a corner, sullen about the whole thing , stuck while his master seemed in some sort of distress. Cibly made an excellent blueberries pie. Owen however did not, regardless of how many times he insisted in experimenting with it. Caught in the act Owen raised an eyebrow and Effie’s chuckle.
„Needless to say the herd will be out looking for sweets soon.” They could hear galloping around some place.
„How was I supposed to know everyone was going to come here , today of all days.” Owen said as if today was a particular day. It wasn’t . There was no particular affection or grievance in his voice either. „What have you been teaching the young ones my dearest.” He directed his gaze towards Effie.
„Delightful games.” She chirped.
„Certainly no bad habits.”
„Absolutely none.” Effie retorted, innocently. Their gaze intersected in an understanding of how things truly stood. „On the other hand, you dad, should let Cibly teach you how to bake a pie. We’ll staaarve.” She draw the syllable out , teasingly.

Owen broke into a bright laugh, flicking his wand with a very practical sense and giving the blackened pie the right color shades. Even the burnt smell was all but gone.
„Everything handled, love?” Yasmin peeked behind the door, a knowing gaze and her mother's innate sense of detecting whenever something needed handling. There was of course a wink over the pie.

Outfits:

Family: Pureblood
Yasmin and Owen Glendower, parents, both work with the Ministry
Marven Glendower,uncle.
Effie comes from an old prestigious family, the Glendowers come in big numbers and are fairly known all over the Wizarding World. They’re the kind of family that always keeps in touch, have annual family gatherings, and weights in with advices and opinions. Besides her parents of course, there isn’t one of Effie’s numerous aunts, uncles and cousins that didn’t offered some kind of guidance to Effie, at times more than she would have wanted. Then again Effied figured this situation is better than no getting any help at all, so she never complained about it. Her favorite person in the whole clan is her uncle, Marven, who's job is Muggle Relations and has an impressive collection of muggle books.

Last edited by adidut (27/08/2018 at 00:15)

Name: Jude Collins

Age: 17

Applying for the tournament: Yes

School/Home: Ravenclaw

Traits: virtues Creative, Industrious and a fast learner flaws reckless/rebellious, manipulative and stubborn

Dream: I stopped dreaming a long time ago

Fear: Losing my magic

Favourite subject: potions

Least favourite subject: divination

Face claim:

Emily Bader

 

Story: I have a love/hate relationship with magic in general, as a little kid I was always more impressed with my dad's ability to pull a wand out of his ear than I was with my mother apparating into my room if I had a nightmare or the pictures in our living room that moved. In fact the things that my mother and her family did terrified me and so even when she did things like give me a toy broom I'd pretend as if I didn't know what it was for. I had to stpe pretending when I was 11 though and my letter from Hogwarts came.

"Thank goodness she's not defective like you Dorian." My mother shouted as she hugged me.

"Exciting day for you Jude." was all he said in response before walking out of the room.

It was that day that I learned what a squib was, sure I'd heard the word whispered about my dad but I always thought it was a nickname and not a reference to the fact that despite his parents and brothers having magic that he didn't have any. I remember crying that night, not because my dad didn't have magic but because it was the first time I realized my mother could be so cruel.

Things got worse after that. My mother expected me to be just like her now and I refused to be and when she got so unbearable that my dad left I went with him and only because I raised my wand at my mother...

Family: Mother Adelyn  Father Dorian

Name: Manon Cuvelier (where Manon stands for Marie Ann)
Age: 16
Applying for the tournament: no
School: Beauxbatons
Traits: fickle; frivolous; has a lot of idle knowledge about the most random, possibly useless things; kind of careless with people, doesn’t quite think of the consequences of what she does or says, and yet surprisingly methodical when it comes to magic, school and all related activities; for the most part, she tries to be kind to everyone and is very sociable and warm; cannot stand to be judged with superficiality, even though she does it all the time;
Dream: becoming a Curse-Breaker, opening a Liberal Arts Academy and a lot of other really important dreams that usually last 48 hrs tops.
Fear: dark waters, literally but also kinda metaphorically
Favorite subject: Transfiguration
Least favorite subject: History of Magic

FC: Iva Varvarchuk

Family: half-blood. Her mother, Anaïs, is a Potioneer and a Mediwitch. Jean, her father, is a muggle, and works as a Marine Biologist. She has an older brother, Mathieu, who's studying in Beauxbatons as well.




“—I am not saying no. I am just asking you to think about it. It’s your exams’ year.”

Her mother holds an orange mug. Its handle hangs precariously from three of her fingers, and Manon is half-sure the tea is going to spill over soon enough. Anaïs gestures a lot for someone who made a life out of precise, careful movements.

“I thought about it,” it’s all she replies, before distractedly flipping a page of the Muggle lifestyle magazine she’s leafing through. “It’s a good formative experience. Gives the chance to come in touch with different cultures, different ways of doing things, meeting people.”

“Don’t listen to her, maman. She’s only interested in the last one,” Math enters the kitchen, kisses the top of their mother’s head and walks over to fill a mug for himself.

“Oi!” Manon protests and widens her eyes in feigned betrayal, “You’re supposed to help.”

“Right. Well. I’ll make sure she studies, then,” her brother offers, with an easy grin.

“That does not reassure me at all, baby,” her mother throws back with an almost identical smile above the edge of her cup, “And I don’t need to be convinced. I said I’ll sign your permission. I just want to make sure you both know this is not an excuse to drop all your responsibilities and take this as a holiday.”

The siblings share a glance. Manon bites back a snicker. “I know. Not sure about him.”

“Ta gueule,” Math chuckles, “You’re just jealous I could enter the tournament, if I wanted to.”

“I am.” She looks back at her mother, and shrugs her shoulders. “He’s right.”

Their father joins them in the kitchen shortly after. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows and he’s covered in sweat and mud. He’s been into gardening, lately. He built an orchard in their back yard and spends a lot of his free time tending to plants with names Manon couldn’t pronounce to save her own life.

Her father is her hero. Which, she’s sure of it, is a very unoriginal thought.

Sometimes she wonders if he ever feels uncomfortable: a muggle amongst wizards, a father that will never be fully able to understand his children’s lives, fears, dreams. He never seems to feel uneasy, in her eyes. Not in front of her or Math, at least.

Manon is used to see her parents constantly challenge each other’s worlds and believes. They’ve always done it, even for the silliest things. And sometimes it’s more of a game between the two of them. Sometimes it’s more than that. A way for her and Math to grow up with lessons from each world, and a lesson in itself.

“I am trying to make our kids responsible,” their mother says, taking in the amount of dirt on Jean’s forearms.

“I thought we’d given up on that ages ago. Hadn’t we?” Math chuckles again and Manon huffs, as her father presses a kiss on the side of her forehead. “They’re a lost cause. A failure across the board.”

“Apparently, we should be glad one’s too young to enter the tournament and the other is not planning to.”

“Let’s be glad for the small victories, then.”

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R1 CLOSES: 22nd, 19:00 FT (Wednesday)

I'm sorry it took this long. But there are A LOT of you and with that even more extras and more stories to read.

***

Durmstrang and Beauxbatons have arrived at Hogwarts and with that you get to meet all of the new students.

But don't forget the old ones as well!

Once the Goblet of Fire is introduced, all those who want to join put their names into it.

Those who are under 17 automatically can't participate, but there are some who don't throw their names in even if they are over 17. Those are: Math, Luna, Bryce, Ruff and Gemma.

Let's meet our extras.

EXTRAS
Because there is a lot of you, I had to make more extras. I will keep their bios brief and easy, so you can glimpse over them and gradually, through impressions you'll get to know new dimensions of them.

I will give you the liberty of deciding on what kind of a  CLOSE relationship you have with two more characters that are not your family. In a romantic sense they can only be exes. You can add more (distant) relationships (pen pals, crushes, greets in the hallways, charms desk buddies, and so on), just don't go overboard. If wanting more close relationship, PM me. Everything is possible if you simply ask.

Please add a Relationships field to your entry and specify with whom you're on friendly terms already so I can adjust my impressions in next round. If you want to discuss some relationships between characters, my inbox is always open.

If you want me to do this for you, pm me. I will, but don't complain later on.

Beauxbatons

Name: Acel Baptiste
Face claim: Keiynan Londale
Age: 17
About them:
Acel is a very quiet individual, who doesn't seem to care about much of the attention he is getting, simply because he is a world-famous model for Veelacariosa skincare with the essence of Veela hair. You can see the ads he's in in each new number of the daily prophet. He, himself, also has some Veela blood from his great-great-grandmother. He's polite but doesn't bother to interact with the numerous fans that bother him on a daily and hourly basis. He smiles reluctantly back and continues on with his day. He dislikes refusing to take pictures or signing anything, because he finds it rather difficult to say no... to basically anyone. When he gets upset, however, he'll won't pretend to be a gentleman, rather just let go of his usual stiff composure and let the Veela blood in him bite your head off. For some reason he is oddly scared of horses and unicorns, since of a childhood incident with a horse in his garden. or that reason he is also not a fan of Care of Magical Creatures. His favourite subject is without doubt Astronomy. Both his mother and father are wizards and one day he hopes he'll be leading a quiet life in a hidden cottage with only a loved one and his dog.


Name: Mathieu Cuvelier (Brother of Manon - Siddh)
Face claim: Timofei Rudenko
Age: 17
About them:
Mathieu, or just Math as those who understand his whimsical nature call him, enjoys having fun. He’s one of those people who are never bored because even if for a moment he feels the boredom coming will jump back on their feet and do something to distract themselves. He’s not used to deep thinking about things that bother him. He rather shakes it off and grins at you, assuring even yourself that everything is precisely the way it should be. He’s not keen on responsibilities or anything that limits his freedom so finding a favourite subject is as if you’re asking him, which torture device he’d prefer. But in the end, he finds Muggle Studies immensely amusing, unlike the everlasting boredom of Ancient Runes. He’s lucky, his dad is a muggle so he can explain a thing or two to him, his sister and his witch mother. Surprisingly Math has no fixed dream of his future. When asked this question, a picture of a wave crashing into the shore appears in his mind – and he’s riding the wave, on a surfing board – a cute muggle invention his father seems to be very fond of.

Durmstrang

Name: Zion Yang
Face claim:Hao Yun Xiang
Age: 18
About them:
Born in a pure-blood family, who appreciated the beauty of true wizard blood, Zion was raised to value old wizard families and despise anything else. While his strong jawline and flat expression seemed to show that he fully agreed with that way of thinking, he actually just didn’t care about it as much as his family seemed to want him to. Out of the very few half-blood students he met at Durmstrang, the purity of their blood did not seem to be of relevance. He rather focused on playing Quidditch and studying hard, since it seemed he was rather good at that. Always polite and well-mannered he also seems to be the teacher’s pet. He’s not one of those who need to hear the instructions twice. Once he hears them he does them, no thought lingering in his head. All of the subjects are dear to him, but Arithmancy seems to be holding a special place in his heart unlike Divination, which he never seemed to grasp properly. One day he hopes to work in the ministry of Magic and perhaps even lead it.


Name: Jordan Gemma Dunwich
Face claim: Adelaide Kane
Age: 18
About them:
Jordan was born in a magical family, her mother being from Bulgaria, her father from Great Britain. She is an only child and is aware that she is the hope of her family and she set her goal to make them proud. Nothing iss ever enough for her father - Jordan always needs to give more, want more, do more. But truth be told, she never wants more, never tries more than it is required. She completely lacks ambition, but her brains are enough to do great at school. She only needs to listen on the classes and read the materials a few times before the exams to excel. She is, however, terrible at socialisation. She is one of those weird people, who never seem to care about whatever you’re talking about or contribute to a normal conversation. What many don’t know is that she always listens. She just believes it’s not her matter to comment on unless precisely asked to. And what nobody knows is that she cares. Sometimes even too much. She is very weak in Divination but excels at Charms and Care of Magical Creatures and one day she hopes to become an ambassador of the Ministry in the muggle world.

Gryffindor

Name: Jordan Green (brother of Naz – Fashion-Chic)
Face claim: Jeremy Dufour
Age: 17
About them:
Jordan is a pure-blood wizard, whose family has been in the home of Salazar Slytherin for quite a long time. He, however, seems to have rebelled against it and readily jumped into the house of Godric Gryffindor. It’s harsh to say he’s not a fan of his family, but it seems as if he’s the black sheep of their bloodline. His sister, too, has vastly different opinions than he has, even if they are twins. Sad thing is that once sorted into Gryffindor, his life became… precisely that what he always assumed happiness was. He was surrounded by people who understood him. Soon he found two friends whose side he’d never even imagine leaving, even if both of them seemed to come from a muggle family, Niklaus and Nela. Jordan excels at all subjects and teachers are fond of him, even if he doesn’t try hard to make them to. His favourite subject, still is Defence Against the Dark Arts, since it filled with excitement and practical use, and his least favourite one seems to be potions, even if he is rather good at them. One day he dreams of being free of being connected with the Green family name and creating his own reputation.

Name: Niklaus Kalendruschat
Face claim: Cameron Boyce
Age: 17
About them:
Niklaus was born into a really poor muggle family, getting really surprised to find out he’s a wizard. Getting financial aid for poorer students, Hogwarts was able to give him education. His parents were thrilled and tried to make things easier for him even if it was hard with him and his other two younger brothers. Niklaus studies hard not to lose his modest scholarship, because without it, he wouldn’t be able to buy even second-hand books and robes he’s using right now. He is however, one of those people who seem to throw everything away if people dear to him need him. He’s understanding and caring and never, ever selfish. One of the rare commodities he has allowed himself is owning a pet. A small tabby cat which seems to be only fond of him and nobody else after he saved it from freezing in Hogsmeade. Nik’s favourite subject is Care of Magical Creatures and he’s not really fond of Transfiguration. One day he hopes he’ll offer his children brand new books and robes without going into debts.


Name: Nela Belan
Face claim: Josephine Skriver
Age: 18
About them:
Nela has been born into a muggle family, who had no clue their daughter was a witch. However, once she managed to turn her brother into a monkey, it was clear that she wasn’t a normal six-year-old. Unlike Niklaus, she has plenty of money and even if there are insults thrown her way about not being pure-blooded she shakes them off with a scoff. She’s aware she’s great. The confidence she has is almost palpable and as the captain of the Quidditch team she assures every opponent, she’s not worried a bit. Weirdly enough, she has never lost a game as a captain for three consecutive years in a row. She’s extremely loyal and would kill and die for her friends, so it’s smart to keep her at your good side. She’s also really popular with boys and some girls. It seems that if you’re looking for the queen of Hogwarts, you met her in this girl. Her favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts, even if she is best known to be the best student of potions in the last ten years. Her least favourite subject is by far Study of Ancient Runes. One day she hopes to make her summer job her profession. She spends her summers as a lingerie and swimsuit model.

Hufflepuff

Name: Holly Longbottom
Face claim: Zoey Deutch
Age: 16
About them:
Holly is a half-blood witch, whose father was really surprised to find out both his wife and daughter were witches on a warm Sunday afternoon when it started snowing in his own house. She’s impatient and carefree and keen on doing what she feels like, regardless of how inconvenient it might be for others. She is a cheerful persona and her company is always fun, even if sometimes challenging. She’s prone to snap at people but usually realises it soon enough and profoundly apologises for her behaviour. Her favourite subject of all times is Divination, not because she’s that good at it, but because she can give her creativity a wind in the back and figure out various scenarios that could happen when a planet is in a specific position. She finds it immensely fun and challenging – almost the same as she’s describe herself. She isn’t a fan of Charms, though, because it seems the spell she’s trying to cast is never the one she actually casts. One day in the future she hopes to own a magic beauty salon, because if there’s something she’s good at – it’s makeup and hair.


Name:Sebastian James Hadwin (brother of Mary-Grace – NinaJones)
Face claim:Cesar Casier
Age: 18
About them:
Sebastian James comes from a respected pure-blood family. Oddly enough he prefers his middle name, which he got after his grandfather. He’s not one to talk much, but if a conversation is started he’ll make sure to show enough interest and respond properly. He’s a quite smart guy, who seems to be endlessly disappointed with not making it into Ravenclaw, where he genuinely thought he’d end up, considering his family history. He’s trying to find the reason why the Sorting hat put him there were he is now, but it doesn’t seem he’s too pleased about it. James is, however, hardworking and very detailed when it comes to taking things seriously. He notices things most people wouldn’t and he does it with ease. His favourite subject is Transfiguration, in which he irrevocably excels, but he finds Potions not as tempting as other subjects he’s listening to. He thinks the reason why he’s so good at Transfiguration must be this detail-oriented nature of his, while he blames his sulking and stubborn nature to disobey instructions for his lack of success in potions .One day he wishes to open his own book shop where he’ll be trying to write his own spell book.


Name: Luna Mills-Bogdanov
Face claim: Rachelle Lefevre
Age: 18
About them:
Luna is born into a well-off pure-blood family, her mother being a witch in full sense of the word, with its many negative connotations. Luna’s greatest strength is her generosity and the love she gives to the beings around her. She is insufferably kind, gentle and caring and she carefully weighs her words before using them. She is prone, however, to outbursts here and there when her usually very deep glass of controlled emotions overfills and generously overflows. She was raised to respect everyone as long as they respect her, but to immediately rebel if no respect is offered. She’s easy to please and small acts of kindness make a deep impact on her. She doesn’t eat meat nor any animal products and her cat Thea is always somewhere around her. It’s probably the best trained cat you’ve ever seen. Luna’s favourite subject is Care of Magical Creatures and her least favourite subject is certainly History of Magic. She is also very good at Divination and once had a vision of what she thinks her future is: she in a beautiful white wedding gown and her groom, whose face she wasn’t able to see – but could see the dozen eggs he seemed to be throwing off the altar. 

Ravenclaw

Name: Reynard Potter
Face claim: Tom Sturridge
Age: 17
Relationships: Mary-Grace's ex boyfriend
About them:
Reynard comes from a pure-blood family, who doesn’t seem to be concerned with matters of blood, even if their line seems to be ‘pristine’ as some would say. He’s insanely intelligent and very friendly. He gets along with everyone, even if he’s not too close with anyone but a few of his classmates. He’s aiming to become a healer and that is why his grades seems to be best in school. Surprisingly enough, Rey isn’t overly confident and he realises that the reason why he’s this good really is because he works hard. His biggest flaw is that he almost never forgets things and he tends to hold grudges for a very long time. Funnily enough, he’s one of those people, who wouldn’t think twice about putting a spell on your pen so it’d write down everything incorrectly if you tick him off. He’s not the type to have outbursts, but the type to serve his revenge cold and doubled, so try and not get on his wrong side. His favourite subjects are Herbology and Potions but he doesn’t seem to enjoy History of Magic at all.


Name: Bryce Slughorn
Face claim: Daniel Macedo
Age: 17
About them:
Bryce is one of those guys who’s been with many girls so far. As a half-blood he has some understanding for the witches and those who come from muggle families, making him knowledgeable on so many various topics of conversation.  He’s charming, alluring and has one of those smiles, that throw you off your feet. He’s kind but also gullible and easily distracted. Only if he likes you a lot he’s able to keep his attention span longer than a few minutes, without running off somewhere else, because the world of adventure is calling him. He doesn’t take an advantage of people but sometimes doesn’t seem to grasp the severity of the situation developing around him, which often leads to many broken hearts and hard feelings. But all he wants is honesty and some good company for a stroll around the school. His favourite subject is Herbology, but he’s not that keen on Charms, because, I quote him, he has enough charms in his personality. In the future he dreams of working outdoors, unconfined by wall.


Name:Rodolphus “Ruff” Glendower (brother of Effie – Adidut)
Face claim: Bluey Robinson
Age: 18
About them:
Rodolphus is a son of a pure-blood family, whose members have been fond of the house of Rowena Ravenclaw. He has impeccable manners and even if his temper is rather quick and not prone to testing and teasing, he seems to skilfully mask it with a polite smile and empty words of assurance. Ruff is confident and insists on being called “Ruff” just by his close friends. When others seem to want to use that nickname of his, he kindly reminds them they are not close enough to share affections by using nicknames. He is actually quite open-minded and ready to accept plenty of options and opinions as long as his are accepted as well. He is prone to sulking , even if it’s hard to tell, because the mask of politeness stays on. It is, however, noticeable since he uses a lot more sarcasm in his words than he is normally used to. His favourite subject is Transfiguration but he doesn’t seem all too keen on Herbology, ever since a Devil’s Snare almost chocked him to death as he took a nap in the wrong part of the garden. One day he hopes to be a lawyer.

Slytherin

Name: Blaise Lestrange
Face claim: Darin Blaine Williams
Age: 17
About them:
Blaise is a pure-blood. That first sentence is what Blaise values the most about himself. Raised in a family with generations and generations of Slytherins, he seems to follow the usual stereotype of a muggle-hating policy founded by his great-, grandfathers. He is very goal-driven and convinced of his own superiority, that he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge some people who surround him. Even more if they are not pure-blooded. He is above average in intelligence as well as in his magical abilities and while others waste their time on hobbies, he prefers lazying around or taking a nap. He is very much of a gentleman and a pleasant person if you’re ever to have a conversation with him as another pure-blood wizard. His attitude only changes if you’re ‘that kind’ of wizard and by that kind he means the kind that supports the mixture of wizard blood with those unworthy of it. His favourite subject is Charms and he doesn’t see the point in defending against the dark arts while one could be learning how to use them properly. In the future he aims to work at the Ministry of Magic.


Name: Sidh Pandya
Face claim: Avan Jogia
Age: 17
About them:
Sidh comes from a revered Indian pure-blood line of wizards. His family has been kept pure for over a millennium, which is not something many families can say. While his father has been sent to England as an ambassador of India’s Ministry of Magic, Sidh has joined Hogwarts until they go back to India. He is quite popular with girls and unlike plenty of her Slytherins he does not have a problem with muggle-born wizards. He’s very into them if they are physically attractive, even if marrying one would never be something he’d do. He is an intelligent young man, very aware of his situation and while he’s young he can enjoy some recklessness if in the end he jumps back to being a decent heir and successor of his family. He also has a talent of noticing people who will at some point be of use to him. He befriends them easily with his endless charms, regardless of their blood and carefully weaves his web of connections. His favourite subject is History of Magic, because he believes that a good basis is the key to understanding and his least favourite subject is Care of Magical Creatures, because he’s not fond of touching beasts.

Contestants

ROUND REQUIREMENTS

- outfit for putting your name into the goblet of fire or just watching people do so, unifrom outfits and interaction with character outfits are optional
- story: interaction with characters of your choice
- at top post name, house, relationships and 3 interests (you will get impressions for those three people of interest in next round after you interact with them)

Remember we're taking all of this slowly, so maybe your relationships won't be strong by the end of this contest, but with the next one, they should grow and continue growing.

P.S. To enter the poll for the Tournament, I will only add those who finish the round until closing time into the randomiser. I feel only that would be fair towards everyone.

EDIT:The next contest will be in a few weeks. Until then you can contact me in the inbox freely and write in advancee if you feel like it.

Last edited by Tonkolina (22/08/2018 at 18:20)

Freya Ohlson, Durmstrang
Interests: Jordan, Niklaus and Zion

Relationships

The relationship with Gemma is an interesting one mainly due to Freya being the one who talks most of the time. But over the years she has learned that Gemma does have a caring side even if she doesn't show it often. She is the first person Freya turns to whenever she is facing a problem. It might not seem this way but Gemma isn't bad at giving at an advice... even if Freya always has to ask her what she is thinking.

Zion is one of the few people who didn't mind Freya being a Muggle-born. He had been among those who helped her find her way around Durmstrang and had no problem answering her questions... even if Freya might have been a bit too annoying. Zion is definitely the better Quidditch Player - Freya has no talent for flying - and it isn't strange to see them doing homework together despite a year difference between them.

Since her 4th year, Freya has a penpal from Hogwarts... Jordan Green. She tries to write him at least once a month which isn't always that easy. Now with coming to Hogwarts, she is curious to see him for the first time.

Hogwarts (Zion, Niklaus, and Jordan)

”So this is Hogwarts…” Freya thinks to herself as she looks around the huge Great Hall. It is nothing like she could have imagined despite having heard a few stories over the past years. It looks so different than Durmstrang which has become a second home to the blonde girl. But when she heard about the Triwizard Tournament and that there was a chance not only to go to Hogwarts but also to meet students from Beauxbatons Freya knew that she couldn’t resist. She has always been curious about the Magical World and she can’t wait to find out what secrets she might discover over the next school year.
“You seem pretty excited.” Zion is suddenly at her side sitting down next to her. Freya startles a bit surprised that she didn’t notice his presence before.
“Why not? I mean this is the Triwizard Tournament we are talking about,” she replies looking at him with a huge smile.
“It is just strange considering you didn’t know anything about it until two days ago,” Zion says almost sounding amused.
“Well not my fault that neither you nor Jordan ever told me about it.” the blonde girl crosses her arms and looks at him, “And I thought that you two are my magical guides,” she adds teasingly.
“All you had to do is ask,” Zion replies sounding calm and collected like usually.
“You do realize that…” Freya starts but stops mid-sentence shaking her head, “And are you going to join?” she asks instead.
“I will. Being part of the Triwizard Tournament is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” he tells her - if he notices her strange behavior he didn’t show it, “What about you?”
“I don’t know yet… it does sound tempting a lot, to be honest, but at the moment I’m too excited to be in Hogwarts.” the blonde girl explains lips curled into a smile, “Besides now I can finally meet Jordan.”
“Jordan? But you already met her...” he asks looking at her confused.
“Oh, I’m not talking about our Jordan.” Freya chuckles, “There was a pen pal program in my 4th year which I signed up for and my pen pal is here in Hogwarts. His name is Jordan Green and he is in Gryffindor. I admit it is a bit confusing… well, I can always call her Gemma instead. Not that I keep confusing you.” she laughs.
“I think I remember the program didn’t sign up for it though.” Zion says with a shrug before he looks around the Great Hall, “And do you know yet how exactly you will find Jordan?”
“Mhm good questions…” the blonde girl admits with a sheepish smile, “We never exchanged pictures maybe not the best idea if I think about it now but well I didn’t imagine that we would ever meet each other.” her brown eyes scan the room until she spots the Gryffindor table, “Guess I will ask around. Sure Hogwarts is big but someone must know him.” She gets up glancing down at Zion, “I will see you later.”
“Good luck with your search… I believe you might need it,” he replies a small smile on his face.


Fifteen minutes and Freya is still looking for Jordan… she has asked two people from the Gryffindor table already and both told her that he had left the Great Hall already. At least there are no lessons to attend today meaning she can continue her search. The only question is where considering that Hogwarts is everything but small. A sigh escapes her lips as she stands in front of the stairs and she has no idea where to go next. The blonde girl looks around spotting a dark-haired student with a freckled face and a Gryffindor tie.
“Hey!” Freya shouts before she quickly hurries over to him. Immediately she notices his startled expression, “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m looking for Jordan Green, maybe you have seen him.”
“I did but who are you?” he replies looking at her wary not that she can blame him… a Durmstrang student looking for someone from Gryffindor probably doesn’t happen a lot.
“Freya Ohlson… I’m the pen pal from Jordan.” the blonde girl introduces herself lips curled into a smile.
“Oh, Jordan mentioned your name a few times. I’m Niklaus.” he offers his hand which she gladly accepts. “Nela and I also took part in the pen pal program… anyway, Jordan will be in a surprise when he sees you.”
“I would hope so. I’m pretty excited myself… I mean writing letters is fun but to see each other face to face is a totally different story.” Freya explains, “So where can I find Jordan?”
“He was on his way back to the dorm.” Niklaus points to the stairs, “It is on the 7th floor.” The blonde girl looks up noticing that the stairs seem to be moving. “I can show you if you want.” he offers with a smile.
“That would be nice… to be honest I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up getting lost.” she chuckles. “Moving stairs… I mean Durmstrang is also pretty huge but our stairs always lead in the same direction,” she explains as they head to the next floor.
“Yes, it can be pretty confusing. This is my 7th year now and yet I always make sure to look where I’m going.” Niklaus says, “It was the worst during my first year… I think I ended up getting lost every second day though that could have also been because I was new.” he explains glancing at Freya from the side.
“Oh I definitely know this feeling.” she agrees, nodding her head. “Though even now it still feels like I haven’t seen everything in Durmstrang yet… so many places I have yet to discover.” she smiles as she looks around the staircase admiring all the different painting.
“Look there is Jordan,” Niklaus says pointing to a blonde guy only one floor above them. Freya’s smile gets brighter and she wastes no time in hurrying upstairs. She can hear Niklaus chuckling behind her but at this moment she doesn’t care much. Three years that is how long she and Jordan have been pen pals and now she finally gets to meet him.
“Jordan…” her voice echoes through the staircase and she pulls him into a hug as soon as she close enough, “You have no idea how excited I’m to see you.” Freya might be impulsive but she is no fool noticing that he seems to be quite shocked by the sudden hug. “I’m sorry, you probably have no idea who I am.” she apologizes after letting go of him.
“Not really,” Jordan replies looking at her from head to toe. “You were among the Durmstrang students right?”
“I’m Freya and it is nice to… well, it already feels like I have met you.” she laughs.
“Freya? I didn’t even think about you being here.” Jordan admits scratching the back of his head, “Or that we would ever meet in real. But how did you find me?”
“Niklaus helped me.” the blonde girl points at the black haired boy standing behind her, “Without him, I would probably be still asking every student I find if they have seen you,” she adds with a sheepish smile.
“I couldn’t miss seeing your face, Jordan.” Niklaus admits with a teasing tone in his voice, “But I have to go now… there is something I wanted to check out in the library. It was nice meeting you, Freya.” he waves at them before heading down the stairs.
“Thanks again.” the blonde girl calls after him, “So what now?” she asks looking slightly helpless at Jordan in front of her.
“Good question… meeting you in real had seemed pretty unrealistic to me.” Jordan replies, “But I could show you around a bit if you want.” he offers lips curled into a smile.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea. Maybe you can even show me some of the favorite places you mentioned in the letters.” Freya returns his smile.
“Mhm, that can be arranged.” Jordan laughs before her signing her to follow...

The Goblet of Fire (Gemma)

“I’m going to put my name into the goblet.” is the first thing Freya says after she sat down next to Gemma for breakfast. The dark-haired girl looks at her with an unreadable expression. “What about you?”
“I’m not going to join and I think that you are crazy,” Gemma replies honestly. “Did you even think about this?” she tilts her head to the side.
“Not really…” Freya shrugs immediately noticing the change in her friend’s expression, “I mean I read about the Tournament and what that people have died during it. But what are the chances that I will be the one getting picked? Zion has joined as well together with other Durmstrang students.” she adds before she reaches with the jug with pumpkin juice.
“You are still crazy.” Gemma comments, “The tournament is going to be real Freya and not some kind of magic you haven’t learned yet.”
“I’m aware of that but that is a chance I won’t ever get again.” the blonde girl says, “And like I said there is a lot of competition for the Durmstrang spot.”
“It is your decision, Freya but I believe it is a stupid one.” Gemma tells her, “Not to mention a very risky and dangerous one.”
“It is always nice to see you care, Gemma.” the blonde girl says.
“Gemma? I didn’t know we are on second name basis now.” the dark-haired girl replied sounding surprised.
“Normally not but I have a very good reason. Remember my pen pal?” Freya asks to which Gemma nods with her head, “His name is Jordan and he is in Gryffindor. Two Jordans can be pretty confusing… besides, you know that I like your second name.” Gemma gives her a small smile before she continues with her breakfast. Freya glances the Goblet of Fire and then quickly writes her name on a small piece of parchment. Gemma arches up one of her eyebrows as the blonde girl gets up but doesn’t say anything. Freya puts her name into the goblet waiting a few seconds to see if anything happens before she sits down again. For the rest of the breakfast, she keeps glancing at the Goblet while a voice in the back of her mind wonders if she has made the right decision...

DONE

Last edited by schoggettchen (21/08/2018 at 23:45)

Name> Mary- Grace Hadwin
Nickname> Cherry Blossom
School/Home> Ravenclaw, Hogwarts

Relationships> James (brother) not the best of relationship they kind off tolerate each other present because of being family, Holy (best friend) Kind off a little sister for Mary both have let's do what we want under the knee with Mary trying to keep them both out of trouble even though she enjoys their mischievous incredibly, Ruff (best friend) helped her greatly in her first year of Ravenclaw and they have been closed since then. Cherry hates his polite Mask and usually tries to tease him which he answers with his usual sarcasm, Rey (ex-boyfriend) They broke up two years ago bit still talk to each other regularly.

Interests>Ruff,  Rey and Holly

(FREETIME/GOBLET of FIRE)

Story>

Another Rave

Once again the sorting hat was singing a song. Mary had to admit she was more excited for this one than her own she wished her brother well wherever he was sorted. Mary would do her best to be there for him.

She was thinking how relaxed and sure she was she would be placed into Hufflepuff but has to admit she likes being in Ravenclaw the learning subjects always keep her on her toes. But she likes that.

She looks up once again and sees Ryan looking nervous she really wishes she could comfort him but then again he would only relax when he gets the result. Mary bit on her lip.

"Can you relax your more nervous then he is," Mary looked beside her to see Ruff looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What if he's a Slytherin or Hufflepuff... Nothing wrong with the last house... Or first doesn't even matter just that he will enjoy himself right, right," Mary bit her lip harder.

"Calm down, you will be there for him like you always are for all of us and stop biting your lip," Ruff tucked on her underlip.

Mary signed.

"And your brother's up," Ruff told Mary.

Mary's head snapped back to the stage and she saw her brother sit down and the hat being placed on him.

After 4 second's the hat made his decision,  certainly in the house of Ravenclaw.

Mary was the first to jump up and applaud her youngest sibling who came running to the table with the biggest grin on his face. Mary had her arms around him as soon as he was in her arms.

"Good job,  bunny, I am so proud of you," Mary whispered in his ears not wanting to embrace him.

"Welcome to the house of rave's like your sister likes to call us," Ruff said smiling.

Free Time

Mary puffs down next to Ruff leaning her back against his arm.

"Where did you get that ice cream, Cherry," Ruff asks looking up from his book for just a second then looks back down.

Mary takes a lick from her ice cream, "Holly and I were just being hungry for something tasty so we got out through the tunnel,"

*3 hours earlier*
"Come on,  let's go," Mary looked up from the book she was reading on Holly's bed to her.

"Where too?" she asks the girl.

"I am caving for something sweet," Holly replied simply.

"Alright let's go to Hogsmeade, We can use the tunnel and I will call for Julies there," Mary replied.

"I can't believe you have a hippogriff as a pet," Holly replied sounding jealous.

"I raised her,  not my fault every one gave up in her,  now let's get ourselves something sweet.

While riding in Julies both of the girls were teasing each other and like always couldn't stop laughing and have a food time.

"Let's get doughnuts," Holly says when they land.

"I was digging ice cream more," Mary replies.

"Let's get both," Holly replied simply and Mary agreed.

"So that's that want a taste?" Mary asks Ruff while holding her ice cream up to him.

"Sure," Ruff takes a bite and savours it.

"Hmmm bananas," Ruff replies after swallowing.

"Jup the best," Mary replies while licking her ice Cream and playing games on her iPhone- walky-talky or like she liked to call it phone-walk. You can't call outside with it but she keeps in contact with Holly on her phone and it was handy when it came to playing games.

Which she herself came up with the second year of summer vacation. Best invention ever, done because now she could chat or call with Holly ever time.

"You two should follow the rules more," Ruff replied.

Mary grins, "But be honest the ice cream was good,"

"Sure as good as my grannies pies," Ruff replied.

"Those must be good then," Mary replied and licked her ice Cream once again.

"They are horrible," Ruff deadpanned and Mary rolled her eyes.

She saw Rey pass by and waved at the boy but he ignored her.

"What was all that about," Mary frowned.

"Yesterday you passed him to come, greet me,"

Mary huffed, "I hadn't seen you in four weeks, Ruff I missed you,"

"Zap, zap we are not in a comedy, Cherry," Ruff replied while smiling.

"I would say Rom-Com," Mary replied back.

"That's even worst," Ruff commented and took a bite of her ice cream once again.

Mary rolled her eyes sure as bad as your grannies pie, my a**.

"It's slightly better than the pies," Ruff replied.

Mary looked at him surprised.

"I can read your mind," Ruff said seriously.

"Really?!" Mary asks surprised.

"No," Ruff deadpanned than burst out laughing at Mary's surprised face.

"Funny," Mary replied sarcastically.

"Really?" Ruff said with a grin.

"No," Mary replied grinning also.

Goblet of fire

“The Triwizard tournaments will be held this year and you know what that means school of Beauxbatons and Drumstrang will be joining us…” Mary zoned out not going to participate in anyways so why bother listening.

“You hear that I am putting my name in the goblet,”,  “Me too,” “I will also,” “You?!” Laughter.
“Don’t make me laugh you won’t even make it,” and on and on it went Mary stood up already sick of the table, when she saw Rey and hear him claim he was going to throw his name too, she stopped in her track.

“You are going to put your name in?” He ignored her once again.

“Rey seriously, I am sorry it appeared like I ignored you,” Mary said annoyed after a moment.

“I am not that petty and yes I am going to join,” Rey replied looking up at her.

Mary frowned, “Be careful,” Rey signed, “I am not even chosen as a champion yet.”

Mary signed “And just because of that I can’t be worried? I know you think I am an airhead but still,” Mary replied and Rey frowned.

“You think I see you like that?” Mary was about to answer when the rabbit came running to her.

“James put his name in the goblet, Mary,” James said out of breath.

“What?!” Mary was already running to the main hall when she saw James being congratulated by his housemates.

“What do you think you are doing?” Mary said looking at her older brother.

“What do you mean?” James replied.

“You seriously think of participating?” Mary asked him.

“Yes,” Came his easy respond.

“To prove what?” Mary replied annoyed.

“To prove where I truly belong,” James bite out.

“Oh for god sake ever thought that being placed into Hufflepuff was the best thing that happens to you, you got your life back no extra classes, no you have to become a minister daily talk you could actually open a bookstore now,” Mary replied knowing how much their parents were pushing him.

“Oh just because you were placed into Ravenclaw you think you are so smart,” James replied clearly frustrated.

“No not re-,” Mary started but got interrupted.

“Stop being a hypocrite you want as much attention of our parents as the guys in the family want your just better at hiding it,” James spit out annoyed and turned around walking away leaving Mary in shock.

Mary breath in and out and signed she wished she could wish James to fail but if he did make it Mary would be his biggest support, Mary breath in and out once again, “Sorry James I just want to be your little sister again,” Mary mumbled and walked back to her friends.

Last edited by NinaJones (23/08/2018 at 19:15)

Name: Genevieve "Vivi" Mizukami

House: Slytherin

Interests: Zion, Rey, Blaise

Relationships:

In Hogwarts

I have too many little Slytherin cousins and too much homework to take care of, so apart from Corinne and my two other roommates, I'm not too close to anyone in Hogwarts.

I respect Jordan Green although I don't know him too well

Rey's smart so we've talked about academics in the past... he's nice, but I don't know anything beyond that.

Blaise is in my House and a well-known kid from another elite pureblood family. I know he'll be nice to me because I'm a pureblood, I'm also kind of scared of him because he's so discriminating toward others... He doesn't seem to have an open-mind, a trait I like.

Oh, I do have an issue with Bryce. I remember working with him years ago, on a school project, and he just wouldn't pay attention to anything I said! He's someone I hope I'll never have to work with again *sighs*

Also am on good terms with Naz, and I would like to know her better!

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang

I have been curious about Zion ever since hearing about him when I was little... okay the story's longer than that, and very much one-sided... Anyway, we're friends, and I hope we become more than friends finally, after all this time. I very much liked him since I was still very, very young. We've had a few chances to talk every year, but the topics never seemed to expand from academics, dreams, and magic, to if he maybe has time next weekend to go on a date...

I don't know anyone else from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang

Story+Outfit:

About a day in Hogwarts...

"I can't believe we have to have an emergency meeting at the Great Hall right now, especially right after potions class..." I muttered to myself, staring at the brewing potion in my hands.

I sat down beside other Slytherin girls, but instead of joining into their conversation, I pretended to read a book while secretly listening in.

But it didn't take too long for me to lose interest and decided to wander off to Ravenclaw's table to talk to Rey.

"Hey Rey, can I ask you a question about herbology? There's a concept that I couldn't quite grasp during class," I began.

"Sure!" he replied cheerfully; he was never the type to be rude or act unfriendly, and I appreciated that. With he, a few others, and I being the top students in our year, I would've imagined that he wouldn't care to help me just because we were competitors. But he was different. He had helped me since Year 1, and until this day I'm still grateful for his help. I suck at herbology.

It didn't take long for him to teach me the concept, so I soon wandered back to the Slytherin table, a notebook full of plant diagrams in my hand. This time, I sat down beside Blaise.

"Haven't sat together in a while," he expressed as I adjusted my posture.

"And I'm surprised you're not surrounded by girls or talking to them," I replied sarcastically.

"I don't find it comfortable to be in a conversation with muggles or half-bloods," he chuckled.

"You're still the same," I laughed softly, but unkindly.

"You too. When will you learn to value your pureness that your pureblood family gave you?" he scoffed.

"I value my family, but I also appreciate the half-bloods around me," I snapped. Okay, Blaise and I get along well usually, except when our conversations somehow end up in this blood thing again. Honestly, I appreciate his existence.

"Oh, speaking of blood, I can smell it," he said, almost happily.

"Disgusting!" I stuck my tongue out.

"No, look at the Durmstrang students rolling in. Man, they're so pure," Blaise said.

"I thought someone's bleeding. Don't scare me," I rolled my eyes then looked at the Durmstrang students, desperately searching for a certain boy.

"Whatcha looking at so intently?" Blaise asked, almost amused.

"None of your business, but I gotta go," I replied, grinning, and left Blaise -who had a suspicious look in his eyes- to go to the Durmstrang crowd.

"Zion! Zion!" I yelled cheerfully as I dashed toward him before other people could. Seeing that he paused his movements, I grinned, knowing that he had heard me.

"Zion!" I said happily, standing in front of him, looking into his eyes shyly.

"Oh, hey," he replied calmly, although a surprised look remained on his face.

"How are you enjoying your stay at Hogwarts so far?" I asked, grinning stupidly.

"It's comfortable," he replied. I've known him for years but I still can't seem to see through his calm, outer self.

"I helped set up the rooms. You know, supporting the tournament and doing some setting-up duties," I said proudly.

"Sounds like you, Vivi. You've always been like that since you were a little kid," he chuckled, "You know, helping set the tables and guest rooms when our families gather and attend meetings."

"I'm surprised you remember," I grinned.

"Hey, I'm definitely not brainless," he replied.

"I'm glad we've met since we were young, though," I looked down at my foot shyly, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was blushing really deeply.

"Hmm? Yeah, we fooled around and played a lot of tricks on your younger cousins back then," he grinned.

"Wish we can still do that now," I sighed.

"You still want to wrap them like cocoons and hang them on the ceiling? Vi you're funny," he laughed softly.

"Now they're in Hogwarts, they get themselves into detention almost every day," I sighed, "You got any tips to manage a nest of little snakes?"

"Hmm... maybe. I'll have to think about how," he replied, still smiling.

"Will you help me prank them one day? Preferably during your stay at Hogwarts?" I asked quietly.

"Sorry? I couldn't hear," he said and leaned closer, my face burning.

Unfortunately, as I was about to tell him, the professors asked us to silence and go back to our seats as the meeting was about to start. Fortunately, however, I managed to give Zion a piece of paper with "Will you help me prank them while you're still at Hogwarts" written on it. I hope, hope, hope that he'll reply.

Goblet of Fire

"Sorry for being late!" I panted as I ran toward Corinne, Naz, and other girls from Slytherin, four cups of coffee in my hand.

As I didn't plan to throw my name in the Goblet, I stood by the side and watched other students throw their names in, and also knowing that I will unconditionally support anyone who represents Hogwarts... even if Zion was representing Durmstrang.

"What if a muggle represents us?" I heard someone from Slytherin murmur.

"Better than letting a Gryffindor represent us," another person replied.

It seemed that the good old, traditional Slytherins still upheld their traditional point of views. Gosh, if I become powerful enough one day, I do hope that I can do something to persuade these snakes that halfbloods aren't that bad.

"Vivi? Are you not entering?"

"Huh?" I looked for the source of the voice.

"Behind you," it chuckled.

"Oh, Zion, it's you," I said, trying to remain calm. "No, I'm not."

"Why not?" he asked calmly.

"I'm not that brave," I laughed, "Good luck if you're chosen, though."

"Thanks, I appreciate that, although I know you're rooting for Hogwarts anyway," he replied.

"Yeah? How do you know?" I teased.

"You're loyal," he said, rather warmly, and smiling slightly -unless it was my imagination.

Zion left shortly after, abandoning me in my daydreams and blushing and smiling idiotically. It took a while for me to notice that Corinne had a half-worried, half-amused look on her face (I never told anyone how I felt about Zion).

Last edited by Yukibana-Haruna (22/08/2018 at 14:18)

School: Beauxbatons

Interests: Math, James, Bryce

Relationships

If she had to point someone she considers best friend, she'd most likely pick Acel. The two are seen sharing quiet time together without care for his fans. But she secretly worries that he might think that she's socializing with him just because he's famous and that puts the best friend status under question mark (at least for her).
Has a crush on Math, which kinda annoys her internally, as the guy is quite different from her; she's always calling him by his full name and probably will always do that, regardless of their familiarity with each other.
She had met Bryce during one summer; they had a nice time there, but that's probably about it, she'd bet he doesn't even remember her. Even if, they didn't know that another one was of magical folk.

Buzzing bees

She really tried to enjoy her book. Tried. The Triwizard Tournament was the talk of the whole school, the moment it was announced. Having failed to find Acel or even someone more quiet, she was forced to sit with a couple of girl that were interested in the event and other students way too much. She focused on reading the story, but secretly, she envied them. She wasn't so keen on gossip, but the ease they talked with was something she'd wanted. More often than not she wondered if she hadn't made people change the way they percieve her. Actually, that would be probably the case of most people...
"What about you, Leta?" one of the girls asked her.
She wasn't surprised that people knew her name. It was because of whom she hung out with. Spending time with Acel had the downsides, being known from that was one of them.
"Will you try to enter?"
It had crossed her mind. She had read about the history of the competition, particularly focusing on 1994 tournament that was a prelude to Second Wizarding War.
"I plan on it" she answered with a slight, polite smile. She was always answering questions directed at her, no matter how nosy they were. But she wasn't always honest in her answers.
"Really?" another voice came into the conversation... a voice she was way too familiar with.
Oh, she hadn't registered the presence of someone nearby. Only when she heard the familiar voice, she turned to see... him.
"Hello, Mathieu" oh, there was that tone in her voice, a subtle one she hoped nobody caught on. At some point she started slipping it in, whenever the two happened to have a conversation. "Yes, really, I plan on entering. Are you?"
This could be interesting if he did...
"I don't think so" he replied, making her look at him with raised brows. "It's a lot of responsibilty."
"True" she nodded, a slight smile graced her lips.
"Well, I'll be cheering for whoever will get picked" he grins.
Suddenly, the thought of him cheering on her seemed... nice. Her mind halted in the tracks, when she realized that. ... Stop it, Leta. You two are too different to act on that silliness.

Reasons

"...?" Leta looked at Acel questioningly, as he put the paper with his name into the artifact. "It could go both ways. Assuming you'll get picked."
They weren't the only ones to insert their names... but Leta hadn't done it yet, holding a slightly crinkled piece of parchment with her name on it.
"Assuming" he confirmed, nodding towards his fans who congratulated him. In his case he could be praised for his skills instead of looks should he win the whole thing... and he could get more fans. Or he would be dissed for relying on fame to win.
"My turn then" she said, crossing the line that separated the goblet from the hall.
Her steps were surprisingly calm, despite her internal anxiety. She knew that she was watched by other students. With grace she slipped the piece of paper into the blue flames and held her breath for a few seconds, in anticipation of something happening. But when nothing did, she exhaled, hearing the applause of others. Turning away from the artifact, she returned tothe place next to Acel, deciding to watch other people that decided to take part in the competition.
"A platform?" Acel asked her, probably curious about her motives to join.
"That's probable" she answered. In reality, this was a very plausible explanation of her action. "But test of skills might be better one."
Of course she read that people died during the tournament. This hadn't put her mind at ease about the whole thing, yet it was too late for now.

A series of encounters

While Hogwarts castle wasn't as impressive as Beauxbatons, it had its charm. Leta wandered the corridors, this time alone, trying to remember the most crucial locations. Classrooms, hospital wing, library, even kitchen. Moving staircases hadn't helped her at all; it was something that challenged her to find another routes to the point of destination. Yet it wasn't any less irritating. Especially, when... your leg got stuck in one particular step.
With a frustrated sigh she yanked her leg out of the step, almost stumbling in the process. Almost, because she managed to balance herself... at the cost of her pencil case falling out of the half-open bag.
But she didn't have the chance to pick it up. Instead, she noticed a hand that took it from the ground.
"Here" another boy. But this time vaguely familiar. Features similar to the boy she met while on vacation with her muggle part of the family.
"Thank you" she smiled, taking the case from him.
"Is there something on my face?" he asked.
"Oh, no, no" she quickly corrected. "It's just... you look really familiar. Have we met before?"
"I don't know. My name's Bryce."
Bryce? She was certain she heard that name before...
"Leta."
For a moment there was a glint in his eyes, but afterwards he looked somewhere up.
"I gotta go. See you around."
He left, probably catching her  nod and she descended downstairs. That was strange, she was sure she saw him somewhere...

~*~

Reaching the library, she forgot about the whole encounter. There was a book she wanted to read, which she had read countlessly in Beauxbatons' library, but there were always some nuances she missed and English language might've translated things differently.
She asked the librarian about it and found the right section... And there was a boy. Another one. He was on the ladder by that particular shelf. It was dangerous to distract anybody on heights, yet...
"Excuse me" she called his attention. "Could you help me?"
She was aware that her English contained heavy French accent, but she hoped it was understandable for him.
"Yes?" he looked at her and she almost backed off. It seemed as if he didn't want to be disturbed.
"I didn't want to disturb you, but could you hand me Legal history of altering charms?" but then she noticed that he already had some books in his arm. "Oh, I haven't noticed you have hands full, I apologize... I'll wait until you're done."
"No need" he said, taking a few steps down. "Please, hold those."
"Sure."
She waited until he got the book she wanted, holding the ones he needed for reasons unknown to her. Only then they exchanged books.
"Thank you" she wondered how many times she'd be saying that in a couple of days.
"Very few read this book" he noticed, looking at her.
"I read it quite often" she admitted, a little uncertain.
"Why?" It seemed that it interested him, as they subconsciously went to the tables.
"Somehow, there are things that I keep missing until reading it next time" she sat down by one table, taking out the rather tattered notebook, containing her notes on the various issues... the most recent was about voice altering charm. "Thanks again for your help..." she paused, realizing that she hadn't known the boy's name.
"You can call me James" he answered, meeting with her smile. "It's a pleasure..." now he paused.
"Leta."

completed

Last edited by Siri (22/08/2018 at 17:50)

Round One Complete



Relationships: Sidh (exes, but have a love/hate relationship) and Blaise (close friends)

Distant Relationships: Vivi (good friends) and Holly (teases a little bit)

Interests: Sidh (like I said, love/hate relationship), Rey (uses him to help with her studies, but soon starts to develop feelings for) and Niklaus (hates him because he's poor and muggle born)

Story:
"Did you hear the news then?"
I'm drawn from my slumber and recognise the irritatingly bouncy tone almost immediately. I know he's sitting there, watching me with his goofy smile spread across his face.
"It's creepy watching people sleep." I grumble, rolling over so my face is pressed against the back of the sofa and arranging the blanket so I'm wrapped like a burrito once more. The common room is always cold so I've learnt the hard way that a blanket is a must.
"I'm taking that as a no then."
"I'm trying to nap, pester my later."
"Okay, well I guess you'll be late putting your name in the Goblet of Fire then..."

Without even thinking I sit bolt upright, no longer feeling tired. Rubbing my eyes I focus on Sidh with the goofy smile still plastered across his face.
"What about the Goblet of Fire?" I ask.
"We're been chosen to host the Tournament this year. Durmstrang and Beauxbaton have already arrived, they're - "
"WAIT! So you're saying Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year?"
"Did you get slower over summer? Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."
Now a smile spreads across my face. "But that means - "
"Yep."
Without another thought I get push myself up off the sofa and run over to the staircase, pausing as I get to the arch. "How did you know I didn't know?"
"I've been watching people put their names in all day. Figured you'd have put yours in by now."


Nodding, I turn and climb up the stairs, planning the outfit I'm about to wear. I need to look fierce, but also like I mean business. Afterall, all eyes are going to be on me.

A small part of my mind can't help but continue to think about Sidh's goofy smile. Well, that was one of the things I'd loved about him.



* * * * * * * * * *



Silence falls as I strut into the room, the only sound being my heels of my boot tapping on the harsh floor. I don't check, but I feel eyes look to me. I try to keep cool - whilst every part of me wants to scream in excitement at the opportunity of being a champion, I need to look like I'm in control.

I halt as the Goblet of Fire stands proudly before me, it's icy flames dancing magnificently. I reach into my bra and pull out the slip of paper tucked neatly between my boobs (it's of course the safest place to carry anything). Most people would place their name in the goblet and walk away, but not me. Instead, I turn to address my crowd.

"Ladies and gentleman. You are about to witness the moment our lives will change forever. This is the beginning of everything for me. I will be one of this years champions and I will win the tournament. My name will go down in history and I will bathe in eternal glory. But it's not all about me. No, you will all play an important role in this journey. For you will have the honour of supporting me throughout my finest year, and the privilege of watching the legend unfold. Ladies, gentlemen. Thank you."

Dropping my name into the goblet I turn swiftly on my heels and make an exit. Fellow Slytherins stand and applaud whilst members of the other houses stare at me in silence, probably awestruck my the amazingness of what they just witnessed.

At the end of the corridor just outside, I bump into Niklaus, one of my brother's friends. "Hey watch where you're going." I bark at him.
"Sorry." he mumbles, avoiding my eye. I look down at his clenched fist and notice a torn, grubby piece of paper in his hand. "You can't be serious." He says nothing.

Shaking my head, I can't help but almost feel pity towards the boy. As if he thinks he'd be able to compete in the tournament. Ha!

"Just stay away from Jordan, you filthy mudblood."

* * * * * * * * * *

After sneaking down the corridors and making sure no one is following me, I creep into the library. I hate studying and always play up in class. But I hate the idea of my brother being smarter than me even more. I don't want to be labelled a swot though, and I have a rep for being too cool to study hence why I tread so stealthily.

Sat in my usual hidden corner I take out my book and open it to page 394. I read before a few moments before someone approaches me.
"I wouldn't expect to see you here." It's Rey.

Busted.

"Yeah well, I get peace and quiet in here." I shove my book into my bag and feel my cheeks turn pink.
"It's also great for studying."
"Well I wouldn't know about that would I"
"I mean, it looked like you were studying."
"Leave me alone, you little mudblood" I say, standing up and grabbing my bag.
"Naz, you know full well I'm a pureblood..." confusion falls upon his face.
"Yeah, well, just leave me alone!" Abruptly I push past him, and exit the library.

Last edited by Fashion-Chic (22/08/2018 at 21:42)

Name: Jude Collins

School/Home: Hogwarts/Ravenclaw

Relationships On friendly terms with Rey, Bryce and Holly

Interests Niklaus, Rey and Rodolphus

Story

"Someone's mum would have a fit if they saw them dressed like that." Rey teased as he saw the outfit I had worn to put my name into the goblet of fire. He (along with everyone else in the dining hall) heard my mother's howler during second year after I showed up to my first few days of classes out of uniform, it was an incident he teased me about almost any time he saw me in regular clothes.

"Not that I care what Adelyn thinks, but since you do maybe we should switch." I laughed before pulling my wand out of my back pocket.

"Do it, only if you want every quill you own to write I love Slytherin for the next week." he playfully threatened as he pulled out his own wand.

"I have pens." I laughed before switching our clothes with a quick spell and running off.

***

As I sprinted through the corridor in Rey's too long pants I tripped over a small ball of fur that darted out in front of me. The ball of fur turned out to be cat that promptly hissed at me before running back towards its owner.

"Are you okay?" Came the voice of a boy standing over me. "Do I need to get Madame Pomfrey."

"Nothing's broken or bleeding." I responded as I stood up. "Is your cat okay?"

"Just fine." He said and as he leaned down to pet his cat I noticed how worn one of his potions books looked.

Without asking I reached for it, tapped it with my wand and said a few words. "I crack the spines on my books all the time." I explained.

"Thanks." he said as he looked the book over, it was good as new.

"I scared your cat. It was the least I could do." I said as I noticed his tabby still huddled close to him.

"Jude get back here!" Rey yelled having caught up with me. "I want my pants back."

"Gotta go!" I yelled to the cute boy behind me as I took off to the Ravenclaw common room. If I wasnt mistaken he was in Gryffindor and named Nicholas...wait no Nicklaus.

I quickly spit out the password and went immediately to the girls dormitory. I quickly took off Rey's clothes, realizing for just a moment that they still smelled just like him...and despite myself I was drawn to that, and changed into my uniform.  I then used a spell to send his clothes back to his room before going back to the common room with a few quills, a couple of pens, and the parchment I needed to do my care of magical creatures homework.

"Should I even ask?" Rodolphus inquired as he walked into the Ravenclaw common room a few moments later. Rey had gotten there only seconds before, still in my clothes and was currently pointing his wand at me.

"She started it." Rey offered as a means of explanation, his tome more amused than angry.

"You mentioned Adelyn." I said in response

With that Rey eased his stance and put down his wand.

"What did you do with my clothes?" He asked.

"Boys dormitory." I responded. "And before either of you ask, I used a spell so whatever secrets you guys have in there are safe."

As Rey went to the boys dorm to change, Rodolphus settled into a chair next to the couch I was sitting on and pulled out what I presumed was his own homework.

"What was it over this time?" He asked me offhandedly, this wasn't the first time Rey and I had jokingly used our magic against each other.

"He said Adelyn wouldn't approve of my outfit and since he cared so much about what she thought I changed...into his clothes."

"Your mother wouldn't have approved of that either."

"Well you know her better than I do." I said referencing the fact that my mother and her family had always been on good terms with the Glendower's and I knew they usually spent a few holidays together. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd seen my mother more in the last year then I had. It was her own fault though for treating my father so poorly, and what was I supposed to do? Just sit there and listen.

He seemed to want to say something else but remained quiet and we both went back to our work.

As I sat doing the required reading I couldn't help but glance over at Rodolphus a couple of times. How could he be so attractive and so stuck up at the same time?

As I sat there continuing my work and taking notes, Bryce walked in and stood over me.

"Something you want to tell us Jude?" He laughed as he read my parchment. It wasn't until he asked that I realized Reynard has been true to his word and my quill was writing out I love Slytherin.

"Rey." I replied with a smile as I balled up the useless parchment, pulled out a fresh sheet and grabbed one of my pens testing to make sure it was writing what I was thinking.

"What did you do to him?" He asked.

"Why do you assume I did anything to him?" I asked smiling as sweetly as possible.

"She took his clothes."  Rodolphus responded without looking up.

"I gave him mine." I replied innocently.

"Some guys have all the luck." Bryce said with a wink.

"It's not like that." I said.

"But you wish it could be." he leaned over to whisper so only I could hear him before taking a seat across from me.

While I didn't respond, he wasn't wrong. With a sigh I went back to my homework and tried not to react when a few minutes later, dressed in the clothes I'd taken from him, Reynard appeared in the common room and chose to take a seat next to me on the couch rather than sitting in the unoccupied chair across from Rodolphus.

Round 1 finished

Last edited by Dare (21/08/2018 at 13:08)

Name:Effie Glendower
House:Hufflepuff
Relations:
Ruffie Ruf, brother, they do get a long. She gets a perverse amount of joy from annoying him while pretending it's unintentional, he is adorable when annoyed, you know. Otherwise friend and confident.
James and Luna(baby <3), Effie considers both close friends, the kind she likes and trusts.
Blaise, level 0 of a relation neither is aware will happen : ))))) , but it will , I saw it in my crystal ball
Acel, star-struck celebrity crush, look at that pretty squashy face.
Quite friendly and in good terms with Hogwarts pupils, and friendly towards anyone new I guess.
Interests: Luna, James, Blaise
Story:

And one

„It does not sound like he’d be a nice person, Luna. Seriously, if someone would throw eggs at you I would make them eat them. Raw! And then proceed to beat him with a hot cauldron . Or a frying pan. Either would do, really.”
Luna laughed, it messed with Effie’s efforts in twisting Luna’s hair in a braid, „So ville. And violent!”
Ignoring the remark, Effie continued, „And most certainly  I wouldn’t let you marry someone like that!”
„Maybe he has some redeeming qualities, who knows. Maybe he can change - ?” Luna sounded uncertain herself. Effie was pretty sure Luna would never agree to spend the rest of her life next to a man that would assault her with eggs, so she wasn’t really worried. She finished the intricate knit on Luna’s wavy hair, tying it at the end.  She rolled down so they were laying on her bed side by side and started picking at her nails instead of looking at her friend  when her friend was looking at her.
„Oh, Luna. People do not change.” Well maybe they could change shape but they wouldn’t change who they are. In her life - which was admittedly not that long, but still long enough for Effie to draw her own conclusions on various topics - she hadn’t known anyone that changed. Not in a big important way that she would notice, not in a way of being different than what she had initially thought them to be, not in what she would know of them. So it became factual, logical,true: people do not change. The brief moment of silence, heavier than the hour and probably their age, was followed by a corner of her lips lifting. Up and up. „Maybe eggs are a metaphor.” She shifted again, laying on her belly.
„For?” Luna inquiered with her bluest blue puppy eyes Effie found so easy to adore.
„Balls.” They stared at each other before bursting into laughter, Luna gently pushing on Effie’s arm. She rolled on a side again, doubling with laughter, while Luna crouched over her.
„Effie!” It was supposed to be chastising, but Effie couldn’t take her seriously over the laughter.
„Alright, that was a distasteful, bad bad  joke.”
„The worse.”
Her shoulders went up and down, “So you’re doing the tournament?”
“Don’t think so.” Luna uttered. “Are you?”
“My parents misscalculated my birth, so I'm going to miss up on this grandiose event. I’m just a baby who’s not allowed in fighting in the big league.” Her mouth puckered in a pout, before stretching in a wide smile again. It wasn’t such a big deal in the end she wasn’t as sorry as she thought she ought to be. It was just a competition, and while she wasn’t stranger from one, it has never been her primary focus. She hadn’t been competitive over anything else. Maybe it was something shared by Glendowers , not the lack of ambitions exactly. They were ambitious, ambitious in their vast knowledge, ambitious in the area they were activating, politics, law, or something more eccentric like art. Glendowers didn’t lack ambition they just lost the interest of seeing it through or something alike. She wasn’t sure. Or maybe not seeing it through, no matter what. Besides statistically the chances of being chosen as a champion were dim. That was a fact sustained by numbers and possibly some charts and formulas. So maybe if she would have wanted to she would have tempted fate and thrown her name in the goblet, just for the sake of it. It wouldn't have been the first time she bent the rules or hadn't taken them as law letter. She was doing it all the time when she was working in spinning a try for a new potion with either impressive or extremely stupid, ridiculous, prak-material effect or with silly ideas that came to life in some silly magical invention, and very much not allowed.
“Ruff said he’s not interested either.”
“Sibling solidarity?”
“Eh, sure. He’d probably like to make use of that argument too!” Effie chuckled letting it understood things weren’t like that exactly.

And two

"So - ” Effie didn’t see the gesture, but she heard the tongue click. „What was it like for you?”
She took a large bite of an apple, her eyebrows wrinkling at him in confusion. „What was what like?”
He shook his head, just once. James was never redundat, didn’t do things more than the amounts of times they were necessary to convey something. „The Hat, I meant. What did it say in your first year?”
„It said that I could go to Ravenclaw if I wanted. That I was clever enough.” It was something she picked frrom Marven, this voice slipping into a tell-tale rhythm, mysterious, luring the audience in. „And I could be as brave as Gryffindor. As ambitious as a Slytherin,. Obviously as loyal as a Hufflepuff.” Effie made a pause for special effect, voice going lowder. „It told me the choice was mine.”
With furrowed eyebrows, James inquiered, „Then ..why?”
Effie eyed him seriously before broking into a fit of quick laughters.  „James-”She exclaimed. The hat, of course, did not tell her any of that. „It just said I belong to Hufflepuff.” Her shoulders went up and down, as if it was all there was. It didn’t stop bothering her , not in the deep, hidden crevices of her being, places she wasn’t so keen to peek onto.  She was a HufflePuff from a long line of Ravenclaws generations. Her brother was one, her father had been one, her mother too. There were some other rare odities in the Glendower clan, of course, here and there, just so,  some green and red in a sea of blue. But statistics when it came to house calling in the family remained what it was, a mere oddity. She did not show it, not now and not back then, eleven years old feeling she’s big enough for that hat. The surprise, the questions ( am I not good enough, am I not smart enough ) ,  the dissappointment, maybe even the tears, she swallowed them all within a single gulp and then proceeded to embrace her house with an overspilling joy, as if that’s were she had meant to end up all along. And it didn’t mattered her brother as well as other older cousins from the Ravenclaw  table  (a place which would never be her place)  might have inspected her with a curious puzzled gaze.  She understood the feeling more than she’d let on. It made no sense for Effie to be thinking about this still, it made no sense for James to be think about it either.
„I’m not saying that The Hat is extempt from making mistakes -” She was skeptical about it, actually, skeptical about anyone and anything’s ability of not making mistakes. Except maybe when that anyone was herself. „Maybe the hat had been wrong about it.”
Would it made her happier to be sitting at the Raven’s table?

„BUT would you really be happy to work as a .. I don’t know - ” her hand described a large gesture. „..a Security Troll Trainer just because that’s what your family does?!” Effie watched him, proud of defending her case in a way that sounded convincing to her ears. As it happened frequently Effie had filled and stretched the conversation, while James hadn’t said much else. They were at the opossite spectrum of the noise level, Effie was loud and vocal, James was not (Effie thought this must have been one of the reasons they worked fairy well together).
You know what else was James not? Convinced. She’d gladly gloss it over for the moment though. Effie had her doubts James could be persuaded from  pondering insistently over this How on Merlin’s beard have I landed in Hufflepuff when I am so very obviously fitted in Ravenclaws, you silly hat you . We so easily create these invisible cages for ourselves in our heads . They become so comfortable, they feel so much like home, that even when someone shows us the door, even if or when we see the exit signs we prefer the known cushion of made-up imprisoment.  he could imagine him white haired, beard brushing the floor, chin on his cane, the ghost of disappointing washing over his face, wondering Why.  She imagined herself there too, aged, wrinkled having the same conversation. She imagined Luna with far more kinder and comforting words to offer than Effie’s just get over it already attitude. When she imagined herself decades from now, no matter how blurry and unclear the picture was Luna and James were always there, somewhere. Friendship was forever when you believed in the kind of friendship Effie believed in, the kind that makes something in your being believe that no matter what would happened you’d never let go of that person and they wouldn’t let go of you.
„Who’s to say I we can’t be clever Hufflepuffs.” Her elbow hit James’ arm, teasingly, „The cleverest Hufflepuffs Hogwarts has ever seen!” Another winning smile as James was folding the paper with his name, slowly, attentively soon to be mixed with a dozen other names. Effie very much liked facts instead of questions and too much pondering over things that happened and were as they were and the fact was the hat or her color couldn’t tell her or decide for herself who she’s ought to be, and it certainly couldn’t convince her she’s ought to be just one thing. And the fact was she loved Hufflepuffs.

And three.

Given she had no intention (or right) to throw Euphemia Glendower in the Goblet, her presence around it made a curious riddle. To which she would have sternly replied she's merely being supportive of Hogwarts alumni that either frigtfully, hopefully or confidentely were out to try their luck with qualifying for the competition. But indeed, Hogwarts alumni were not Effie's main interest, her interest in the event was 5 ft 10 and had the prettiest hair in the whole magical world.
Her earlier talk with James still lingered, memories from another time bubbling up in the back of her mind. Ruff looked like he’d been hit by a train for at least three weeks at the beginning of her first year, second for him . She loved her parents and Effie knew that they loved her, but for the the first year the conversation at the dinner table in the Glendower house felt stilled, just as charming but so painfully obvious on Effie that they were skirting around the fact, as if they were trying to avoid spoiling a secret: there was one of the that did not belonged. Effie took it all in a stride, the way she honestly seemed to take every thing, always, as if the world couldn’t touch her this way. She hadn’t suffered for it, or at least she hadn't felt she did. It got worse before it got better, but it got better in the end. Still she didn't felt it was handed to her, the Hat said where she belonged but Effie fought to belong in Hufflepuffs. She fought to belong with her family.

Effie remembered the night before returning to Hogwarts after last summer, she was seated at the kitchen table wide awake. Her mother passed by, just earlier, advising her not to stay too late and then taking the stairs. Effie had raised her eyebrows at the salt and pepper shakers, two ceramic cats , one white, the other black. The white one stretched lazily before following her Yasmine upstairs. The other one – where pepper was usually held  – gaped a mouth as if swallowing or yawning but instead of any of that she started spitting the whispered argument that took place in the floor above her head, in her parents bedroom. Though it could have barely been called an argument, there was no raise or change of tone, no incriminations, the hints of it were in the subtext, in the drops of sarcasm barely detectable, in the way the conversation carried itself.

When it seemed someone was rolling down the stairs a minute later, Effie whisked the black cat in her own secret hide-hole, hidden by a couple of charmed feathered dustered. The moment Ruff showed up in the door’s frame she appeared busy stiring hot cocoa over the stove. Sadly the salt-shaker-cat made an appearance as well, so her diversion didn’t worked as expected. It had the magical effect of transfiguring Ruff’s face in all but a scowl , „You know it’s legal for witches unde rage –
„Cocoa. You want it or not?” She cut him off.
Ruff sat at the wooden table, observing the cats hugging in his own hands. „Mom and dad know about these?”

She threw him a look of no, duh as she placed the mugs of cocoa on the table, then proceeded to scratch behind Salt’s ear.  Ruff sipped from his own cocoa , the barest hint of cinnamon and raisins in his cup. Effie picked some bread slices and summoned two jars of jam. Black cherries were her favorite, but Ruff preferred plums. Her brother watched as she occupied herself with spreading the jam over the bread, silently. She was sure he was going to comment on how eavesdropping isn’t exactly nice, even more so when the subjects are your parents. But things between them seemed off. Again. And it was hard getting insight on what was going on for either of them when you were gone to Hogwarts for more than half of the year. And Effie desperately needed to know what was going on.

„How do they function?”
Effie smiled, thrilled, obviously happy to expand on that subject rather than commenting on what their parents might or might no know about some of her favorite side activities. „Marven had been going over and over this Muggle invention and some new books he got on the subject. Radio broadcasting, or something like that. I just picked up a few things.”
Ruff lifted the Pepper-Shaker-Cat to his eye level , examining it minutiously, switching it over in his palm as the poor thing cried in protest. „You mean to tell me this is Muggle Technology?”
Effie chuckled, loud and genuinely amused. „No, not really, it’s simply their logic combined with what we can magically do. You know , muggles are really as clever as Marven is always going on about.”
“So are you.” Effie's laugh was more of a hiccup than anything else, she didn’t even have the heart to feel ashamed that Ruff knew sometimes she still felt like she had something else or something new to prove and accepted the kindness of his words, like she could maybe put that battle to rest.

All her thoughts are swooshed by the presence of Acel Baptiste and his glorious glorious hair.The shoulder she had slouched against the pillar, suddenly pulled back, she straightened herself.  By some miraculous happening she killed her first urge to attack him with with her usual verbal debit, like You're Acel right? i love your hair. I'm Effie by the way. How rude of me, I ought to have said that like straight away, but bygones, right?” But something in Acel’s posture and the glimpses she saw of this boy outside of a newspaper indicated tha kind of approach might scare him away. Or worse. Which was the opposite effect of the I hope we'll be able to make your stay at Hogwarts fun for you! she had in mind. Acel was even prettier in person, though she thought - from a distance , at least for now - that he seemed more..or maybe less so of what she would have expected of a famous person. Maybe less larger than life and more twisted inside himself. And Effie was confident she was good at reading people, noticing from a fair distance could help one tell a lot about a person, people tended to act a certain way when they weren't aware someone was watching intently, a way that was more them than direct conversation. Acel was pretty to look at and since Effie had nothing better to do during that afternoon looking she did.

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Last edited by adidut (27/08/2018 at 00:45)

Name: Lenalee Hamilton

School/Home: Durmstrang

Relations:

- Zion and I are more like acquaintances more than friends. We do talk from time to time but we don't hang out a lot and aren't that close but I hope we can be friends because he is an interesting person and he has a good persona .

- I kind of spend some time with Gemma and talk but I kind of feel some distance due to her personality but it can't be compared to the years before. You could say we are kind of friends even if I do most of the talk and I do understand her bit by bit every year. She is kind-hearted and caring but what shows doesn't reflect it and no matter how much I stress out this matter to her she still keeps at it and I kind of got used to it and not bothered by it as much as I did. I really hope she will open up more in the future and try to enjoy the simple things in life.

- Some of my favorite days are the ones when I ran into Niklaus's cat because cats can take all I have ! I really love cats and his cat is the most adorable thing. We kind of became friends thanks to this little angel and I found out we have similarities when it comes to more and less favorite subjects and maybe on other thingd as well. Either way he is a great company when I meet him even if those meetings aren't a lot and he isn't always alone. I really love his hard-work which motivates me everytime especially after knowing little bits of his background like his family's sitiuation.

- I often see Jordan and Nela hang out with Niklaus and they are very good people too. Even if we aren't that close but I don't feel very shy around as I usually do around people I don't know maybe because they are Niklaus' friends? I don't really know and I hope we could get along more and become close friends .

- You could say Luna and Holly would be my besties if we were in the same house! I get along with them very well and whenever we meet you should get ready to hear all kinds of laughs and voices in general. I met Holly first and became fast friends and as if lead by fate we met Luna and became really close. Even though we are different in some aspects that is what makes it more fun and interesting. I really wished I was in the same house as them as I was sure before being choosing to be in my current house I would be in the Hufflrpuff house.

Interests: Niklaus, Zion, Jordan

Story:

One day ... : (Luna, Holly, Niklaus, Jordan, Nela, Gemma)



- "Hi girls! how are you today?" I greet both Luna and Holly who were walking down the hall.
- "Hi Lena! we're good and you?" Luna answers with her beautiful smile.
- "Yeah I am good..I guess" I answer waiting for their reply for that last part
- " 'I guess'? is something wrong?" Holly asks in a worried tone.
- "Don't worry, I don't feel unwell. It's just I am thinking about the tournament too much I guess" I answer them and Holly roles her eyes at me.
- "That again?" Holly says "I thought you already said you will join so what are you still thinking about? Stop worrying about it, ok?"
- "You're right, I really want to participate in it but it still... Forget it! Whatever happens I will just do it" I try to convince myself to forget about it for now. "So, are you still not joining, Luna?" I ask and look at her.
- "I am still certain, I am not going to. I am really not that interested in it" She answers and adds "And wait!" She raises her hand to my face "Don't try to ask about it again with those puppy eyes because you won't change my mind."she says before I could add anything else.
- "Ok ok, I won't" I say.
- she puts her hand down and says "But thanks for asking" with a smile. She is a really kind lovely person which makes it harder to try and ask her again.
- "I would've liked to have some company especially that Holly can't join but I can't force you" I say with a disappointed voice.
- Holly sighs and says "You know that we'll still be there to watch and cheer you on if you were chosen"
- "Really?" I say and look over at Luna to hear her answer
- "Of course we will be there to watc-" I cut her and give them both a big hug
- "Thank u girls, very much. It's a promise Ok?"
- "Okay, we promise if we don't die from your hug first" Holly says jokinly
- I let them go and we all burst in laughter. "Then I will see you around" I tell them and go down the hallway.
- "See you!" They both say and we wave goodbye to each other before going each on their way...

As I walk to my room I see Niklaus's cat from afar and know immediatly that he is around and a second later I spot him with Jordan and Nela chatting. I really have a strong urge to go and play with the cat and chat with them but I remember all the homework that awaits me I fight it and just wave a hello with my most honest smile to them when they noticed me and I start again my walk right after they waved back .
As I went up the stairs I kept thinking of names for the cat becuase as far as I knew I don't take it has one.
I greet Gemma on my way and I as I was about to go I turn around to her.
- "Wait Gemma! Could I ask you for a favor?" I ask
- "Yes?"
- "I..." I hesitate a little.
- She studies me for a bit and then as if she came to a conclusion she says "Ok, no problem. I'll help you with it."
- "Really? But you don't even know what I am going to ask for"
- "Isn't it about the load of homework you have to do?"
- "How did you know?" I ask in a seeminly surprised tone.
- "Well, these past years I learned one or two things about you so.." she says
- "Oh! THANK YOU! You're the best" I hug her. "But are you sure I am not bothering you?"
- "No, you don't." She says with her usual straight face.
- "You know, if I didn't know you any better I would've thought you were annoyed by it with the look of your face but I don't want to start at again as I see you've improved at speaking out without needing me to ask first even if we still need to work on it so all I have to say is THANKS!" I say with the happiest smile. With Gemma's guidance I will definitly do better than I usually do alone.
We say goodbye to each other and go our separate ways.

***********

the Goblet of fire: (Gemma, Zion)



- "The day has finally arrived, I am so nervous!" I say as I sit beside Gemma and I notice Zion is on her other side but he isn't facing us at the moment.
- "Yes.." she answers simlply and stays silent
- "What do you think about me trying to join in the Tournament?" I ask so that we can begin some kind of a conversation.
- "Um.. Well I guess it's your choice so I don't have anything to say.." she answers with an unreadable expression.
- "Come on, just speak up your opinion however it is."
- She looks at me right in my eyes and says "I think it's a bad choice especially when knowing the dangers you might face" She says honestly.
- "Well I geuss you're right." As I was about to add something Zion turns around and our eyes meet. I try not to sound awkward when I say " Hey there, Zion!"
- "Oh, Hi Lena, Gemma!" He answers with a sweet smile.
- " Hello, Zion." Gemma replies.
- "So you also joining, I heard?" I ask him to break the uncomfortable mood around us.
- "Ah, yes I will." He replies
- "Then I am sure you will be picked up to represent our house" I say "I mean, you have a big chance for it"
- "Well, maybe but who knows." He answers with an honest opinion "Many things in here don't happen the you want them to"
- "You're right about that. But if u do end up representing the house I-.. We will cheer you on so do your best!" I tell him confidentily.
- "Yeah! Thanks a lot! I will count on you then." He says as someone calls him from the opposite side and he turns around.

After moments the hall goes silent as a sign for the begeninnig of choosing each houses representives.


DONE

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Name: Vera Ripley
House: Gryffindor

Relations: Close to Nela, considers Jordan and Niklaus to be friends; she's on good terms with most other Hogwarts students. She's been pen-pals with Math , so she knows Manon too.
Interests: Jordan. Blaise. Zion.
Previous round done.



Story

There’s some restless feeling around the school upon the arrival of the two other schools for the Triwizard Tournament – both schools seem to be more than happy to be here and despite thinking the perkiness would annoy her, Vera is actually perky too.
Nela doesn’t seem to be impressed, but to be perfectly honest, there’s not much beyond food and her own look in the mirror that impress Nela nowadays. Vera could agree – Nela might be the only human she knows that’s able to eat this much and be this thin at the same time.
“Wanna throw our names now, while everyone else is still eating?” Vera asked and got the most baffled look in return. One quick raise of her brows and she nods.
“I’ll come,” Nik jumps in, finishing his bawl of cereal, as she nods at him. Sometimes their friendship consisted of only so many words, but isn’t this what the point was about? She hopes so.
There’s people in the room, of course, those few who tend to be around during all of these moments to quickly inform other gossipers about who’s partaking and who’s not.
For example, the majority of young Gryffindor girls seem to be there, watching carefully, as she smiles, confidently walking up to the goblet, throwing her name into it alongside Nik.
“Okay, so this was underwhelming,” she shrugs, brows furrowed and her heart is racing.
“Yeah, right,” Nik grins.

“Okay, so, what’s the meaning of this?” she sits on the sofa, right besides Nela, reaching out for the popcorn – her favourite muggle treat her cousins thought her how to make it when she was young.
“Of what?” Nela asked, lifting her hands up in a very, very short motion that suggested she’s tired, while Jordan and Nik appeared to be wide awake. There’s not much that could happen at this witching hour, but still – the whole thing with other schools made everyone a little bit more on edge. –“Did you meet your friend?”
“Friend?” Nik looks at Nela curiously.
“A guy she’s been exchanging letters for a while now,” she smirks teasingly, making Vera roll her eyes.
“Really, Nela, really?” Vera fussed. She hasn’t met Math – okay, re-met, maybe – but it’s not like she’s hoping to fall for the guy. She hasn’t seen him for ages. –“There’s two of them, by the way,”
“Oh, two guys!” Nik seems to be half thrilled, making Jordan laugh.
“No,” Vera rolls her eyes again. –“It’s Math and his sister, Manon,” she continues. –“But they arrived just today, we have time,” there’s a weird chuckle coming from Nela. –“Seriously, this is not funny at all, all the teasing is something I thought we reserved for others, you know?”
“Ah, knowledge is a fragile thing,” Jordan jokes. –“So, your boyfriend—”
“You’re all annoying, you know that?” she chuckles.
“Ah, we do try,” Nela grins. –“In any case, more important matters,” her tone is more serious now. –“Have we all entered?”
“Yes,” comes unanimously and she nods.
“Wonderful. Just splendid.”

There are things she doesn’t like to discuss with people and heritage is one of those things – blood, in the wizarding world, has been cause of all kinds of malice. She wasn’t raised to look at people through their blood since it’s not what matters in the end. In Vera’s world, when you’re an asshole, you’re an asshole – your ancestors have nothing to do with what you decide to do at this very moment.
Blaise was, for her, the biggest guilt trip ever. How in the world can she find him to be hot after his antics? God knows. But, look at that face.
So, she’s looking, quite subtly, over the book, into him talking to Sidh and some other guys from their house. It’s a sight, really. You have to give it to those Slytherin guys, they really have the whole bad-boy vibe going for them.
She meets Math – finally, Nela would add – and there’s not a bit of her that doesn’t like him. He seems to be so down to earth and at the same time not there at all. He’s as sweet as they can get, which is why she has no problem with showing him around a little bit.


/TBA

Last edited by Zaralee (24/08/2018 at 18:20)

Manon Cuvelier
Beauxbatons, 16

Relationships: Math is her brother. She knows Acel, but they are not really friends or close. Knows Vera. In the past, she exchanged a few letters with Rey.

Interests: Jordan, Niklaus, Rey.



Outside of the window, down below, the Highlands are of the brightest green.

Manon follows the jumps of a white chocolate frog from Math’s knee to Gia’s head, to the window and the book Yanis keeps open on his knees. She shifts on her seat, leans a little forward, waits for it to jump again.

“Ha!” she exclaims, closing her hands around it.

“Did you know there’s a secret chamber, conveniently called the Chamber of Secrets, hidden inside the castle? Well. Allegedly.” Yanis speaks, leafing through another page of the huge tome on the history of Hogwarts, “It was built by one of the founders.”

Clement taps his fingers on the armrest of his seat and curiously looks over. “Which one?”

“The one that would have kicked you out.” Yanis thinks about it for a moment, and runs a hand through his Beauxbatons blue hair. When he’s wearing his uniform he always looks like a giant candy. “Manon and Math, too.”

Math cracks a half of a smile, and now he’s listening, too. “What’s inside of it?”

“Terrible things, I’d assume,” comes the reply, “Obviously, only his true heir would be able to open the thing. It’s sealed and hidden and no one knows shit about it. Just like every evil-ridden chamber in the world should be.”

“His true heir,” Mathieu repeats, with the hint of an incredulous laughter in his throat, “What does that imply?”

“Oh, wait. There’s a note. It seems like the Chamber was flooded in the 90s. Again, allegedly.”

Manon makes a dissatisfied grimace, and chews on a mouthful of white chocolate. “That was very anti-climatic.”

*

The stairs like to change, Yanis warned them. Still, Georgia and Manon find themselves holding onto the railing for dear life, as the steps rumble and shift right under their feet.

It’s the third time it happens in the span of fifteen minutes.

“I cannot decide whether I find this really cool or really irritating,” Gia tells her, gruffly.

Manon thinks it’s really cool. Actually, she thinks Hogwarts seems to be alive, like a sentient creature of sort. Like the walls could breathe. She looks over at the other girl and playfully arches her eyebrows. “Maybe the castle’s telling us we’re not supposed to be here. Or maybe it’s trying to lead us somewhere.”

It isn’t, obviously. All it leads them to is a bathroom with a wailing ghost that accuses them of being just as cruel as everyone else and the portrait of a knight that tells them it’s unwise to walk around unaccompanied. And maybe it really is, because they manage to get lost twice, before they are able to find the Great Hall again.

*

TBC

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